Elea's First Adventure Ch. 03

It was all practical fare, taste and ease of preparation more important to them over form and texture. When someone finally put some food before Elea, who almost clung to Chrysus' side throughout all the celebration, she almost cringed at the scorched sight of it, crispy in a char-ry sort of way. She only reluctantly picked at it when her hunger nagged at her, having had little to eat or drink since her capture. It was better than she expected, but... she lacked any form of appetite between her fluster and her discomfort over the words that kept running through her head in a growl she could never forget.

Soon, you will become my wife. Just like that, abrupt and sudden despite the decision she had made. Elea had been on the verge of making the most poignant statement she could about it, and yet Priscilla's arrival and the news she relayed had robbed her of it. She shifted, her fingernails digging into her apparent betrothed's arm. There was a part of her that accepted what he did to her, a part that loved what he had done to her -- but it wasn't the part of Elea that had won out in the end. And yet the winner of her internal struggle was ultimately the loser, through no fault of its -- her -- own.

For now. Perhaps she could escape. Perhaps there would be an opening, an opportunity -- but it wasn't right now, with so many grinthers around her, with Chrysus right beside her.

Elea kept her eyes down for most of the feast, even as food came and went before her and multiple grinthers approached them to speak with Chrysus. Most of them acknowledged her presence, but none of them treated her with a modicum of the 'respect' he gave her, treating her naked body like eye candy, sometimes making comments about her that left her cheeks burning and her clutching Chrysus' arm all the tighter. Throughout it all, her belly was aflutter with butterflies, her pussy desperate for him to give it another touch. During the march, every time she found herself approaching that addictive peak he had stopped, leaving her groaning in frustration and whimpering needfully.

He had stoked Elea's fires, but now he refused to give her body the attention it craved, not that she wanted it -- not here, at least. Not with so many eyes staring at her, not with so many whispers being exchanged about her, and certainly not while some grinthers verbally assessed her various features. It was bad enough when Chrysus had all but shown her off to Priscila's soldiers, just as bad as when he gave the other pair of soldiers a plain view of his cock penetrating her pussy. She was only slightly more comfortable to her nudity around them now, forced to accept it, but anything more than it--

"What troubles you, little woman?" Chrysus rumbled down at her, surprising Elea. She gasped and glanced up at him with wide eyes. The rookie adventurer was learning to read some of his expressions, but his pig-like face was far too alien for her to tell what he was thinking.

He knew, of course. He knew what was on her mind, but for all his teasing, he didn't want her to be outright miserable. Not tonight, of all nights. "Tell me what would make you less sullen, and I will give it to you, whatever it is." He was loud by nature, by habit, by his simple being -- when he spoke, the grinthers paid close attention. Those closest glanced over to him, bemused about the way their leader was treating his human pet.

"I..." Elea swallowed, half-certain he was playing another cruel joke on her. She said the first thing that came to her mind in a soft whisper, one that no one but Chrysus could hear. He cocked his head at her request, puzzled by its simplicity, then shrugged his shoulders, turning his head.

"PRISCILLA," he roared, catching the attention of the female grinther, busy as she was enjoying herself atop one of her subordinates without an ounce of shame. The proud, powerful warrior paused, grunting her irritation and looking over her shoulder at Chrysus, glaring and lifting her eyebrows expectantly. "Get someone to find a human-sized cloak for my little woman," he ordered her. Now, even more of the grinthers were paying attention, the fuckers and fighters alike pausing to stare, a relative quiet falling over them, even if the rest of the town was full of chaos.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Priscilla grumbled, not hiding her vexation, but she didn't delay. She left both herself and the man beneath her unsatisfied as she flexed her thighs and rose from her impaled straddle, his cock slipping out of her wet hole. "What, is she going to catch a cold? It's not my fault she's so thin," she complained, reaching down to grab the forearm of her subordinate. More quietly, she gave him the order, and sent him off running with a crack across his ass.

"Tomorrow, she will become my wife. Tonight, she will be comfortable."

Utter silence, other for the brief clatter as the running male grinther stumbled, knocking over a heap of empty bowls and landing face-first in the dirt, tripping when he heard it. Then the gathered grinthers exploded into shouting and confused chatter, not a single one of them prepared for their leader to marry not one of their own people, but such a little woman, whose breasts and hips were so small compared to theirs, with such long and impractical hair... their nitpicking felt endless, fueled by anxiety and disappointment and even outrage, with even Priscilla sputtering in surprise.

Elea buried her face against her future husband's chest once more, only relaxing when a thick bearskin cloak covered her petite body and shielded her from all those eyes.

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The cloak made for an excellent blanket that night as well. Elea loved it, the thing far more lush and luxurious than the cloak she had been wearing when the Bloodshrouds began their adventure. She never wanted to take it off, but as the hour of their wedding ceremony came nigh, Chrysus took it from her. "We go bare," he growled quietly at her in explanation, tossing it aside. "The both of us."

The fact that her apparent betrothed would be naked for the wedding ceremony as well didn't give Elea much comfort. In fact, she had to fight to keep herself from staring at his cock, no matter how uncomfortable it made her -- both in how easily it rekindled the stoked fires of her uneasy lust and the reminder that such a massive thing had fit inside her body. It was already clear to Elea that grinther marriages were far different affairs than human ones. For one thing, both groom and bride were not supposed to see each other until the climax of their ceremony. In contrast, Chrysus didn't let Elea out of his sight.

Back home, such ceremonies were a formal occasion. They involved formal attire, the sort that mother passed down to daughter and father passed down to son. If they didn't happen at the village's local chapel, the ceremony would take place at one of the nearby temples, with one's friends and family in attendance. It would be overseen by a priest, who would officially bind the new set of spouses together in the eyes of the gods. They were beautiful occasions, and Elea had cried happy tears at most of the ones she had attended in her life.

And she really enjoyed the cake they served at the feasts afterwards. If there was one little thing Elea would have been looking for here, it would be her own wedding cake. When they passed by the town's chapel and Elea saw just how wrecked it was in the previous night's celebration, Elea realized cake was an unlikely thing. There was no priest in the town square, either -- just a cleared space, an improvised array of seats, and every grinther who wasn't on guard or watch duty. She'd never been to a wedding where everyone attended. A great deal of them still looked out of sorts, though if it was from a hangover or from being upset over what was happening, she didn't dare guess.

Chrysus led her to the center of the square, his alien face impossible for her to read. Elea gave up trying, looking around the empty space and then back up to him, clinging close to his arm. "W-what happens next? Mister Chrysus?" she whispered to him, her anxiety plain in her voice, her face and the small trembles that ran through her body. If she could go back and tell herself that she'd be calling her husband-to-be Mister on their wedding day, she would have giggled at the absurdity of it.

The grumbling crowd quieted a bit as their lone musician, a drummer, began to slap his hands against his instrument, heralding the beginning of the ceremony with a steady beat. Elea shivered, glancing over at where the responsible grinther sat with the massive drum between his legs, but Chrysus soon seized her attention.

"Now," the leader of the grinthers growled, reaching down to take hold of her hand, "we wed in our tradition, while they bear witness and act as our testament." Every wedding that Elea had watched had involved some amount of hand-holding, so she thought little of the contact, right up until Chrysus put her hand on the crown of his cock and wrapped his fingers around hers, forcing her to hold his cock. She froze, eyes widening and lips parting soundlessly, only to let out a hitched moan of surprise as she felt his large fingers once again between her thighs. With how wet she already was, wound up tense and kept wanting, his thick finger easily penetrated her. Once again, the palm of his hand rubbed against her clit more through by accident than on purpose.

His touch left her weak-kneed and light-headed, and her other hand reached out to grab the nearest thing that could support her. Elea sucked in a sharp breath when she realized that was the shaft of his cock, and quickly she freed her hands of him, panic fighting against her pleasure as they instead went to the wrist of the hand fingering her cunt. "W-wait, I thought-- this is-- Mister Chrysus," she whined, desperate, trying but failing to mount a real protest in her inability to muster the right words. There's so many people watching...!

"This is a grinther wedding," he growled, about as good of an explanation as she needed. He made it crystal clear for her, however, dispelling any hopes she might have of it only going so far. "You call it consummation. We call it fucking," he told her bluntly. The combination of his words, his manner and what he was doing to her made Elea duck her chin to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to stifle her moan through a bite to her bottom lip.

"I-- I can't, please--" she tried, but he didn't stop, not that she expected him to heed her words. Her nails dug deeply into the skin of his arm, scratching at it, but the sting of the cut mattered little to him, and Elea found her harder and harder to try and pull at his wrist... not that she truly was trying to pull him free, no matter what she uttered and what she thought she was doing. She only clung to him, unwilling to resist the things he did to her, as contrary as they ran to her wishes.

Chrysus snarled, another of his deeper growls plucking at those primal chords deep within Elea, rattling her already shaking body to its very core. "This is our tradition," he told her, even as her shoulders hunched and she gasped, unable to hide her moaning. "Human or not, you will obey it, little woman. I'm doing this for your sake, to protect you," he told her, each word lower and yet quieter than the last, for her ears alone.

The crowd had stopped being silent, clamoring now, shouting and jeering comments at her, a renewal of the previous nettling. None of them tried to deny their leader his right, and none tried to oppose the 'ceremony' or stop it, but every grinther around had an opinion about Elea, and not a single one of them was shy about sharing it. Maybe there was a voice amongst the outcry that appreciated her, that complimented her or even just said she was okay -- but Elea didn't hear any of them.

"Her tits are fucking fly bites!" That wasn't true, but compared to a grinther... it was.

"She's got nothing to balance out her big arse! Think about how clumsy she must be!" That wasn't true either -- at least, she didn't think so. Was her bottom too big, too fat? It nettled at her self-confidence.

"Bloody prude! Should be thankful he let her touch his cock." That one had teeth, because on some level, it was true. She was prudish compared to them, wasn't she -- and for as much as she wanted to move on, for that prudishness, her body wanted that part of him. He could make her feel so good -- he was making her feel so good...!

It's not fair, none of this is fair at all, Elea moaned in her mind, a keening whine coming out of her mouth, half a noise of pleasure and half one of misery. It was all too much for her. Maybe if it was just the two of them, or just them and a few observers, it wouldn't have been so bad, but there were so many eyes on her, each judging her without the grace to keep their opinions to themselves. She could feel the onset of tears at the corners of her eyes, though they didn't begin sliding down her cheeks yet.

"Probably can't even take him properly," one called out, a notion that gathered steam. "Human cunts can't take grinther cocks, for fuck's sake! They're too tiny! Too tight!" In short order, it may as well have been the only thing they were saying. And to Elea -- it was the only thing that was absolutely wrong. She could take her husband's cock, and she had. In his words, she was a girl no longer but a woman now. More and more, the shouts came, almost as much at Chrysus as they were at her. No one insulted him directly, of course, but even so it was apparent what made them so unhappy.

Chrysus had done so many wrong things to her, but... but Elea didn't want to see him suffer. Not on her behalf. Really, she didn't want to see anyone suffer, but he was such a special case to her, having quickly become a confusing mix of different things to her. She wanted to protect him, and there was only one way she could think to do that. "M-Mister Chrysus," she groaned, forcing her eyes open to look up at him, panting the words out. "I-- I want you to put it in me," she told him, taking a shallow breath before rushing the words out, making herself cry out the words clearly, wanting all her doubters to hear her. "Put your cock in me, Mister Chrysus!"

They went quiet, and then they laughed at the little human woman's sudden show of bravery. The very notion of her managing to take Chrysus' cock was ludicrous to them. Even the grinthers that had seen him fuck her, or saw the aftermath, were caught up in the group's mood. No one came to Elea's defense.

They didn't need to. Both Elea and Chrysus would prove them wrong. "Good girl," he growled at her. Elea's eyes widened at the pride in his voice, the praise, filling her with bravery, steeling her spine and covering up the thousands of little cuts to her ego and her self-esteem. Shaking, her hands went from his wrist to his shoulders, clinging on to them as he picked her up and off the ground, his hands grabbing that 'big arse' some grinthers decried and spreading it wide, one hand shifting and proving to be enough to keep her spread afterwards.

Elea squeezed her eyes shut again, locking her fingers tight around the back of Chrysus' neck. He didn't need to tell her to spread her legs or to wrap them around his waist. Instinct led her to do that, though instinct also led to her tensing up in anticipation. Within moments, his cock was lined up with her cunt, making her wince and moan as he tried to push inside her. For all her wetness, she was tighter than ever. Her pussy fought his advance as hard as it could, but like any conflict that seemed to arise between the two of them -- his winning seemed inevitable.

Those tears finally began to roll down her cheeks. Despite her moment of bravery, getting impaled on his cock in front of all these grinthers -- no, these people -- really was too much for her. Overwhelmed, she tried to hold on, to just cling to him and bear it out, but she couldn't help but start sobbing, burying her face against his chest, her crying interspersed by moans and his grunts.

All of Elea's noises mounted higher and higher in pitch, finally building into a loud and girlish squeal as the thickest part of his cock's crown spread her wide open. Her body coiled up even tighter, squeezing the soft mounds atop her chest into his far more solid one, all the tension in her seeming to triple before it exploded out of her in one wild wave, starting with her cunt. Despite its attempts to keep Chrysus out, it was all but trying to suck him in now, her muscles spasming around him. With the worst part of him already inside her, the rest felt like smooth sailing in the heat of her orgasm.

Her writhing body still wracked with sobs even as she rode it out, Elea was once again torn between pleasure and embarrassment, reeling in the confusion and the lust and the horror of it all. For a time, she dead to the world, her interlaced fingers behind Chrysus' neck white-kunckled, her toes curled so tight that the little bones felt like they might lock in place. She felt him move inside her, felt that drive her orgasm further, dragging it out -- and then she felt him moving, but little else of the world outside their coupling touched her. When it finally subsided, she kept clinging to him with her eyes shut, panting desperately; he began to stroke her back once more, and she found herself arching her back and pressing further into him.

It took her quite some time to realize things were quiet. Too quiet. Elea steadied herself with a deep breath, then lifted her eyes. To her surprise, they were no longer in the town square. They were... in the room they had slept in the prior night, the master bedroom of the town's solitary manor. The two of them were alone, with not a single voyeur or heckler around them. Slowly, Elea looked up at Chrysus through her damp eyes. "M-Mister...?" she whispered, confused. He had taken her away from the ceremony.

"My little woman," he murmured, his lips curving in a way that Elea managed to recognize as a smile, of all things. Wry, maybe? She could spend a lifetime trying to understand the expressions of a grinther. The tusks made them so very foreign to her eye. "My wife. You did well," he told her, softer than ever. He was proud of her. She had surprised him -- and his people, too, when they saw her cumming on his cock, bearing through it as admirably as she could.

The praise had the same effect on Elea as before, though it manifested in a different way this time. With the tears already there, ready to run down her cheeks, Elea simply cried happily, relieved, and buried her face against him, proud to have done well, to have faced her fears -- even if it seemed as though she ultimately caved to them. It was still a good step to proving herself, to being more than what she appeared to be on a surface level, and in that moment, that was all that mattered to her.

But she couldn't maintain that happiness, that relief. Chrysus' cock was still lodged in her, still hard and unspent. They hadn't finished fucking. Elea's inability had caused him to break tradition. "I-- but, the wedding-- Mister Chrysus, I'm sorry," she said, almost babbling, on the verge of bawling all over again. "I-- we can go back, we can--"

"Shhh, wife." Even when he was being affectionate, soft and kind to Elea, Chrysus couldn't help but spot an opening and leap on it with capricious malice. "That won't be necessary, but if you feel responsible..." His hand roved down her back, gripping either half of her ass, his eyes gleaming with amusement as his fingers dug into her bruised bottom and made her gasp sharply. "Then I'll just have to punish you. Relieve you of that weight on your shoulders," he growled deeply, once again preying on her base nature, instinctive fear making her shudder and groan even before he began to fuck her again, bouncing the human woman up and down on his cock.