Uncertain Future Ch. 08

Lara hold back a cry. The temple looked the same as when she left. It's not hard to understand why, since, except for the inlaid limestone statue of Verea at the apse, there was nothing of value inside. The statue was left untouched, fortunately. Behind her, Tarok crouched as he walked through the doorway and joined Lara by her side.

Lara opened a door on the left side of the temple. "This is the living quarter for the priestess. It's where I lived," said Lara as she showed Tarok a simple room with a single wooden bed with scant furniture. Lara gathered what little wearable clothing that had been left behind and exited the room.

Finally, the moment that Lara had been waiting for the entire morning—her wedding. She held Tarok right hand with her left, fingers lacing, and guided him to stand in front of the statue. Lara knelt, but it took a bit of convincing for Tarok to do the same. Lara later learned that northerners have a thing called "warrior pride", which meant they were quite sensitive about kneeling. He only did it when she pleaded with him to "do it for me". She put on the bridal crown, which Lara had decorated with vines and flowers she found along the way. Tarok had entreated Lara to wear it since they started, but she put off until now. The mesmerized look on Tarok's face when he saw his lovely wife-to-be with the circlet made Lara flushed.

They hold hands while Lara recited marital prayers and blessings. She had trouble saying everything correctly, not because she forgot the words, but because Tarok couldn't keep his eyes off her the whole time, and that made Lara occasionally stuttered. When the recitation was done, she turned her head to her lover. "Just one more thing," she said. Lara produced a band of white cloth which she had palmed in her right hand. She slowly wrapped the piece of cloth over their joined hands while saying the last blessing. "Under Verea's eyes, we are joined. May this marriage be as strong and everlasting as the love Verea has for all who lives."

With that, Lara announced happily, "We're married! It is tradition for the married couple to kiss--"

At the mention of 'kiss', Tarok practically lunged at Lara. He had been waiting impatiently ever since she put on the crown to show affection to his now wife. His lips mashed so hard against Lara's that she would have fallen on her back had Tarok not caught her waist with his free hand. The intensity of the kiss sent heat waves throughout her body. Lara whimpered softly as Tarok kept pressing his lip against her, his hand doing circle on her back. When he finally pulled out for breath, Lara felt like fainting, and not just because of the lack of air. That kiss was the best one she'd had yet.

"That was a bit...much," Lara said breathlessly. "I don't think anyone has ever kissed that passionately in front of Verea."

Tarok chortled. "Let's go back. Or Verea might see much more than that."

"Tarokkkk!" yelled Lara. He suppressed a grin as his flustered wife reprimanded him. When aroused, she looked amazingly adorable.

Lara removed the ceremonial binding strip of cloth, and they stood up. Tarok turned to the door but Lara lingered a moment more. She looked one last time at the temple and sighed. She'd missed this place. This had been her home for so long. But now, there's a new home for her, the one she would build with Tarok. Together. She walked briskly to Tarok's side and held his arm as husband and wife walked out into the daylight.

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During the returning trip, Lara told Tarok about the customs of a typical wedding. While he simply nodded at most details, the mention of consummation turned his head. Lara then learned that Tarok had assumed he had to wait until Lara was ready, which could be awhile. When Lara, with barely suppressed giggle, informed him that they could complete their marriage tonight, he pushed the horses to maximum speed.

They returned when the sun was midway down the skyline. The cart rolled into the inner courtyard past several questioning looks. Lara found out later that Erika had only told them that Tarok was out on "personal business" and they should wait for him for explanation. When the cart stopped, Tarok directed one of his lieutenants who happened to stand by to tell the men that he would have an announcement tomorrow, then he led Lara inside the fort. The moment the couple stepped inside and closed the door, Tarok picked Lara up and walked briskly towards his bedroom. Lara was surprised, but when she looked at him for answer and saw the teeming excitement in his eyes, she smiled and let him carry her. She shared his feeling, because she too had been waiting for this moment the entire day.

Tarok soon reached his bedroom's door, nudged it open with his hands and closed it with a sweep of his hoof without glancing at it and placed Lara to her feet. She quickly removed the cumbersome priestess garb and set the bridal crown on the nightstand.

His eyes scanned Lara's entire body, which was hidden under a thin shift. Tarok hungrily took in the sight of his wife's slender legs, her trim waist, her delicate arms, her heaving breasts and finally, to her beautiful face. His eyes asked Lara a wordless question. The need expressed in those blue orbs gave Lara a sensual shudder. She knew that she was not in danger, that he wouldn't force her if she wasn't ready tonight, although she suspected he might cry if she did that. She raised her arm and held his face in her hands.

"I'm ready," whispered Lara. Her soft voice caused his growing member to throb in his pants. His fists clenched so hard he could crush rock.

She looked so lovely. He sniffed deeply. And smelled so good. He had to taste her. Tarok picked her up by the waist and claimed his wife's mouth. Lara happily kissed him back, which prompted Tarok to increase his tempo. He even nipped and bit lightly at Lara's lower lip. The excitement added to the deliciousness of the kiss and Lara moaned into Tarok's mouth. She felt Tarok shifted his right hand to support her bottom while his left hand moved up and caressed her shoulder. Then she felt one finger tugged at the shoulder strap of her shift.

"Hold my neck, Lara," Tarok whispered to her ear. She did as he told and securely held on to him. With two flicks of his finger, Tarok unhooked the straps of Lara's shift and it dropped to her waist, exposing her pale breasts to Tarok's hungry eyes. He switched his left and right hands that was holding Lara to let the shift slip past her waist, down her dangling legs and finally fall to the floor. Lara marveled at the fact that he had undressed her while holding her off the ground.

"You're beautiful," muttered Tarok to his completely naked wife. Lara's stomach fluttered.

Lara hands wandered to the neck of his tunic. "My turn," Lara said and tugged. Tarok understood. He walked to the bed and let Lara stood on the mattress. Even when she was standing on the bed, she was barely taller than him. She quickly removed his shirt; for the pants, she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly undid the buckle. Her head was just above the level of his crotch. Despite the dim light of night, Lara couldn't miss the large bulge in front of his pants.

The buckle dropped to the floor with a dull thud and Tarok's pants quickly followed it to the floor. Lara stared breathlessly at the hardened maleness, finally free of its confinement, jutted proudly in front of her. She had seen it before, but this is the first time she looked at it with awe and even desire.

She took in the sight of her husband in all his naked magnificent. Lara lifted her hands, but not to touch his erection. Instead, she run her hands through Tarok's chest and abdomen, feeling the contours of his musculature. The hardness of his body gave Lara a clear idea of the immense power coursing behind those muscles. Her delicate hands felt too good on Tarok's rough hide, and he panted. Then her hands wandered south and finally touch his erection. Tarok hissed while she gasped quietly. It was hard and felt incredibly hot in her hands.

Tarok had masturbated with her, but he didn't draw attention to his cock, nor he let Lara touch it. He had worried that if Lara saw his cock, it would make unpleasant memories from the past resurfaced. But now, seeing her holding his shaft without reservation, Tarok's body relaxed in immense relief, then immediately grew tense when Lara ran her hands slowly along his length.

Lara inhaled the musky scent of his maleness. His intense arousal made the scent particularly potent. She slid her hands back and forth, feeling the steely hardness in contrast with her soft hands while she stroked. Lara felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and her breaths rapidly caught up with Tarok's gasping pace. She kept one hand near the tip and the other around the base, moving them up and down in concert. Lara watched Tarok's face contorted with exquisite pleasure, his mouth opened as he gasped for air. Despite her lack of experience, the simple stroking motion was making her man so happy, and Lara felt proud of herself. If his face wasn't enough to show how much he enjoyed it, the sharp throbs of his cock certainly did.

"Lara, stop," uttered Tarok after one particular violent lurch of his cock. Lara removed her hands and watched mesmerized when a single droplet of lube dripped from his cockhead. Tarok bowed down and laid his hand on her shoulder. He guided her to lie down while he climbed on the bed. The mattress sunk under his weight. He settled above Lara, his knees on each side of her legs, hands by her shoulder.

Tarok kissed her again, this time with even more force and vigor. He was no longer satisfy with a single long chaste kiss but desired short repeated kisses. Lara eagerly responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He lowered his body so that his chest touch Lara's breasts, making his cock trapped between them. The heat of his body, especially of his erection, made Lara whimpered. A tiny part of her brain that was not consumed by the kisses noticed his hip began moving, his trapped cock ground against her stomach just below her bellybutton. She could feel the stickiness of precum being smeared on her belly, with more of them leaking out as Tarok humped. Lara squirmed underneath Tarok, not to escaped but to feel as much of her husband as possible. Her legs rubbed his thighs, her hands scratched his back, her fingers digging into the thin layer of fur and hard muscles.

Eventually Tarok ended the kisses and moved his mouth down her body. Lara moaned throatily as she felt his inhumanly large tongue lapping at her neck. The flexible muscle gave such powerful and warm strokes that Lara shivered with delight. She loved that tongue of his so much. She instinctively arched her back and tipped her head backwards, giving him better access to her throat. Lara rewarded him by threading her hands into his thick mane and gave him light scratches. Tarok's faint grunts amid the slurping sounds and the increasing speed of his licks tell her know how much he appreciated it. And when his tongue touched her hard nipples, Lara cried out. He slipped one arm under Lara's back, propping her up slightly, so he could feast on her trembling body. Tarok sucked on one of her nipples while one of his hands pinched the other, his tongue and fingers worked in tandem to get the most moans out of Lara. Lara thrashed in his arm—she was effectively cradled by him at this point. She was burning with desire, yet her inexperience body didn't know what to do other than rubbing her legs against his hip.

Tarok continued the sweet torture until his nose caught the unmistakable scent of Lara's deepest arousal oozing from between her legs. It's time. He set Lara down.

Lara was panting so hard, she was almost sobbing. The pleasure from her teased nipples still reverberated through her body with each breath.

"Ready?" asked Tarok as he climbed up, so his face was directly above her. He watched as Lara regained her breath from the intense pleasure. Lara squeezed her legs to contain the excitement from her pussy. She had never wanted anything more in her life. This was it, the moment she was going to complete her marriage.

Let your husband take the initiative on your first night. He knows what to do. Lara remembered the advice that her mother gave years ago in preparation for her adulthood.

She smiled at Tarok and nodded. Lara closed her eyes; her hands gripped the bedsheet. She braced herself and waited.

And waited.

Lara waited for about ten seconds more. Yet nothing happened. Curiously, she opened her eyes and saw an incredulous Tarok staring at her.

"What are you doing?" asked Tarok.

"I'm...waiting," said Lara, the last word came out as an almost inaudible squeak. Tarok moved so that he sat by her side. She sat up too.

Tarok squinted. "Waiting? You look like a prisoner waiting for the axe on the chopping block."

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't know what to do," Lara stammered. Her gut suddenly filled with shame. She looked down at her lap, avoiding his looks.

He put an arm around Lara's waist and pulled her to his lap. Lara habitually curled up and pressed her cheek against his broad chest.

"Sex is not just you lie on the bed and wait. I don't want you to be passive. I can't enjoy this if you are so...stiff."

Lara listened and nodded. She shifted so that she could look up at him directly. "Please tell me what to do," pleaded Lara.

"Of course," said Tarok. He quickly came up with a plan to loosen her up. He bent down and kissed her deeply. While Lara lost herself to the kiss, Tarok dropped his left hand to her butt, his right pressed Lara to his chest. Being so much bigger than a normal human, Tarok's hand was able to fully cup one of her ass cheek, and he squeezed. Lara immediately squirmed, yet Tarok remained firm in his hold and a second later, she had melted in his arms. Her body became pliable soft dough for him to knead, and he did just that with her firm backside as much as he liked.

After he was done kneading her flesh, Tarok snaked his hand into the cleft between her ass cheeks. His fingers quickly discovered the dampness of her pussy. He pushed two fingers alongside her nether lips, then retracted them and repeated. Once every two strokes, he slipped one finger between her slick labia and reached up to her clit and played with her swollen nub. Immediately, Lara moaned into his mouth. Her body jolted as if she was being electrocuted. She thrashed and writhed from the stimulation but in his tight grip she had nowhere to go. Desperately, she ground her hip against his hand, trying to give Tarok as much access as possible.

Tarok pulled out of the kiss. He smiled at her. "See what you did there? Just let your body take over and do what it wants."

Lara nodded breathlessly. Tarok set her down the bed. But he didn't climb on top of her, not yet. There still one more thing he planned to do.

He crawled on the bed down Lara's body so that his head was above her pussy. He looked at her. Lara anxiously looked back at him.

"And don't be shy. Be as loud you want."

Then he dived in. He had wanted to taste her the moment he caught a whiff of her arousal. Unlike the last time he tasted her pussy, he didn't start slow. He slid his long tongue inside her, opening the wall of her pussy and lapping at her juice, while his hands caressed her inner thighs. Whenever his tongue was outside, he swept her pussy with his tongue and lingered the tip on her clit.

Lara screamed.

Her cries and wails fell on his bovine ears like music. He loved it. The intoxicating smell of her arousal and the delicious sounds she made reinvigorated Tarok's cock, which had drooped a little while he comforted Lara. She raised her hips trying to get more of his tongue inside her, her thighs had at some point moved to enclose his head.

The assault continued for several minutes until Lara couldn't handle it anymore. She arched her back and came. Then she felt down, too tired to even whimpered.

When Lara came back to her senses, she found herself gazing dreamily at Tarok's blue eyes.

"I think you're ready," said Tarok. And judging by his raging hard cock jutting from between his legs, he was too. He was so close to her face, his hot breath blowing on her neck gave Lara shivers. Lara wrapped her arms around his corded neck and hugged him tightly, her head nuzzled in the space between his chin and chest. "Make love to me," murmured Lara.

His cock jerked at her sultry invitation. He repositioned so that their parts lined up. His pushed his hip an inch or two and his tip touched her opening. Lara gasped and flinched.

Tarok breathed in and out to control his excitement. Then he pushed his cockhead in a little, and a little more, until it slipped inside her. His cock was larger than normal, but she was already so wet that it slid in with ease. Both gasped audibly at the moment of penetration. Pausing for a moment, Tarok steadily pushed in more and more, going as slow as he could. Inch after inch disappeared inside Lara until he couldn't push in anymore.

Of all the pussies Tarok had fucked, he had never felt any as tight as Lara. Her slick, velvety folds enveloped his cock like no other, it was so good Tarok had to stay still to soak in the superb sensation. He gasped through his mouth, only able to make long guttural sounds.

While her minotaur husband was rendered speechless above her, Lara was clinging hard to him. One reason was because she wanted to feel his body as much as she could; another was that she was waiting for the pain, which her mother had warned her about. When his thick cock entered into her hot and wet tunnel, he stretched her wall enough to send stings of pain through her body, but the slow speed of his penetration gave her time to relax. Then the amazing fullness when he bottomed inside her completely overwhelmed any sort of pain and filled Lara with so much pleasure. She opened her mouth and gasped.

Hearing her moan woke Tarok up. "You're a woman now," he said.

"I'm your woman," she replied elatedly. Lara smiled at him, the happiest smile she ever had. The sight of his ecstatic wife was too erotic for Tarok to look at. He had the irresistible desire to claim her lips right then, and he did.

While engaged in sensual lip-locking with Lara, Tarok slowly pulled back until his cock was almost outside. Lara shivered the entire time he pulled out, then moaned into his mouth when he pushed in again. He repeated thrusting several times, keeping the same slow and steady pace. The scent of honeysuckle assaulted his nose, and he sniffed deeply to smell it better. Despite the heavenly feeling that his aching cock was experiencing, his ears pricked up for any signs of pain or discomfort from Lara. There was none. He only heard the small cries and moans of pleasure from his wife. He captured all the loving sounds coming from her mouth and seemingly drank them. Tarok have never been drunk, but if he did, it must be something like how he's feeling right now. His body was raging with heat and lust. He could feel nothing else. The world around them contracted to just him and his wife, to where their bodies were joined, to the steady thrusts of lovemaking, to the labored breaths and throaty moans and arousing scents. Time seemed to slow down as Tarok's heightened senses took in the sights, sounds, feel, smell and taste of his wife. There was no other like her, and she loves him. His heart throbbed, as if it could explode from the happiness he's feeling.

As for Lara, she felt like she was about to burst. The novel feeling of a cock, and such a large one, pushing in and out of her depth was beyond words. It was different from his tongue, which was more flexible but lack the dept of a hot-blooded hard cock. She wanted, no, needed to have more of him. Lara raised her hips to meet his thrust, her inexperience feet clumsily rubbed against his calves. Her moans grew louder, despite her mouth being sealed by Tarok's lips. She pulled and scratched at his back, digging her nails into his hide.