*A/N* This story takes time.
It’s a hot spring night in a medieval village. The town is celebrating a new marriage.
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The crowd of relatives, friends, and family members applauded as the newlywed couple walked up the stairs, symbolizing the end of the ceremony and the beginning of a healthy, fertile marriage.
Aliya grabbed Baldwin’s hand lightly, nervous about what was going to happen next. Nervous and angry, that’s right. How could her parents force her to marry a man? What happened to the childhood love story?
When the cheering died down, she lowered her head. Stone walls hung with torches surrounded them as they climbed the stairs. Dark red carpeting covered the floor, which led them to the room where they were to be married. When they reached the top of the stairs, she froze when she saw the door to the couple’s room at the end of the corridor. Baldwin’s hands held her tightly, she felt the tension. He stopped and faced her. She bowed her head down still, and her face turned red under his gaze. She hates this. Why is she getting married now? At 18, she’s not ready yet! She heard that some girls were ready to give themselves over to men and yearned for his touch. She was a quiet, independent girl with no such desire. She just wants a simple life, cooking, cleaning, reading, and singing.
And him, of all people! As a small town blacksmith, he was physically strong. When he stood in front of her, she felt like he was more than a foot taller than her and twice her size. His arms were huge and muscular, and the curly hair on his chest peeked out from his collar like a vast field. In front of him, she felt small, insignificant, and lost. A man of such height and physique would attract other women to him, but she couldn’t help but feel intimidated. She imagined herself with a man as short as her.
He appears to have been a sporty man, indifferent to the beauty of poetry, the beauty of nature and the social events of his time. He could hardly speak except for an occasional growl. He was devoted to his work, even though many women admired him. His life is the metal he works with.
One day, an unfortunate day for him, he looked up after banging on the metal and looked at Aaliyah as she casually walked up to pick up an order given by her father.
She arrived wearing simple clothes and with open hair.
“Excuse me, sir. I’m here to take Mr. Godfrey’s order.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled, still tapping the metal. A few minutes later, when he was feeling down, he walked over to her and picked it up. He handed it to her without looking at her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said politely. She glanced at him before he left. She was taken aback—he seemed so cold and distant that she was surprised to make eye contact. He kept watching intently. She didn’t know what to do─why did he keep looking at her for so long? She immediately lowered her head and blushed. “Thank you,” she repeated quietly and walked away, still feeling his eyes following her.
The next day she would marry Baldwin Fletcher.
She was still looking down from the top of the stairs, hoping that it was just a dream and that she would wake up. He took a step closer, and her whole body trembled. He squeezed her hand and began to lead her toward the room. She took away the necklace that her grandmother had given her. She is a great woman and can have good advice about this. She gently pulled his arm as he pulled her toward the room; she did not want to go.
He stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked at her.
She couldn’t look him in the eyes. She could feel their intensity unnerving her. How could she sleep with such a horrible man? Fear began to turn to anger. She wasn’t going to do that.
“I wouldn’t do that,” she whispered, surprised by her own voice.
He came closer and she heard his heavy breathing.
“You are my wife,” he said, firmly and plainly;
Yet she looked away and started to turn. He squeezed her hand and gently pulled her towards him. To him, “gentleness” was not as important as her size, and she stumbled into his arms. She gasped and drew back quickly. She was about to run away, but he grabbed her stool and pulled her back to him.
“No!” she screamed as he pulled her into the room. He didn’t use much strength, she pulled back with all her might. His strength was overwhelming, and she struggled in vain in his arms, feeling a drop of sweat on her neck.
Once they were in the room, she closed the door and faced him. He looked at her now, fear clouding his face.
“Please no.” She shook her head and begged softly.
He didn’t say anything, just reached out and put his hands on her waist. For the first time, he looked at her neck, breasts and waist hungrily. He ran his hands up and down her back as he felt the lace holding her dress together. She couldn’t handle it; she pressed her hands as hard as she could on his shoulders. He was initially startled by her actions, but managed to catch her before she ran off again.
“Get off me!” she screamed when he grabbed her from behind. She tried to push his hands off her waist. But he held her close, wrapping his arms completely around her. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and smelling her hair.
“Stop! I won’t scream!” She tried to scream, but the touch of his lips on her bare skin sent shivers down her spine. She had no control or understanding of what was happening – the heat was unbearable. He kept kissing her neck, her whole body tingling. She didn’t know what it was at all!
“Holy-” She tried over and over to stop but she couldn’t as he continued to kiss her.
Mercifully he let her go and she ran towards the door again. It didn’t work, she was pulled back. His whole body was looking at her.
“I said, I won’t do that!” she cried, tears welling up in her eyes with anger.
He came closer and she went into the cupboard next to the bed. She is trapped. He leaned closer and looked at his bride. It is so hot, he thought, so hot! Beads of sweat kept falling down his body.
“Aria, I am free and I have a right to my wife. My beautiful-” he said, nuzzling her neck again, “-wife,” he finished. She resisted him again, but she felt her arms grow weak as he licked her shoulder with his tongue. What does this feel like? Why has she grown weak?
“I am not your wife!” she cried, ignoring the logic of his wails.
“You are,” he replied simply, now sucking on her neck. Her legs began to tremble and she felt a sudden wetness between her legs.
“St-st-” she couldn’t finish; the weather was too hot.
His arms snaked their way down the back of her dress and into the ties that held her together. He untied each rope while continuing to strangle her neck.
“Stop it, stop it,” she whispered, trying her best to make her trembling voice normal. Her whole body was numb. It was as if her body was taken over by emotions. She untied all the knots and pulled her dress down. Only the corset and bloomers were left.
“No!” she screamed. The man saw her so exposed, which made her face turn red. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, hoping that this would make her feel safer away from his gaze. He examined her body from head to toe. He looked at her shoulders, and noticed the fullness of her breasts, which were full as if they were about to burst. Her hourglass shape made her waist look tiny compared to her wide, curvy hips and thick thighs. Unlike most of the other girls in town, her skin was smooth and her complexion was slightly darker. She was perfect for him. He wanted every part of her.
She was breathing heavily, nervous and scared. He looked deep into her green eyes, his black eyes full of concentration. He had a sharp, square jaw that looked clenched, as if repressing his desires. He bent down, took her in his arms and laid her on the big bed. She trembled in his arms. As she lay on the bed, he looked around, looking for some possibility of escape. As she crawled to the other side to jump off, he grabbed her wrist and brought her to him.
“I want you,” he said softly this time, as if telling her a secret that had been burning inside him for a long time.
She screamed as he kissed the hand that was holding her wrist tightly. He let go and pulled off his shirt. She looked away; he was huge. She didn’t know if she could handle it. She looked at him again as she placed the shirt on the bedside table. He was more muscular than she expected, with a broad chest and wide shoulders. Would he kill her?
He leaned over the bed towards her, still standing. He reached for her bloomers and pulled them off swiftly.
“Gah!” she gasped, closing her legs and backing away. Now only her corset was left. He looked down at her, then lay down on the bed with her, and climbed on top of her. “Ah! Stop!” she cried, trying to push him away. He was so heavy on her she was afraid she couldn’t breathe. Too hot! She thought. He pulled another string from her corset, exposing her almost completely to her breath. Then he stopped. He thought he liked what she was wearing.
He kept looking at her, slowly caressing her thighs and waist. His touch made her body shiver wildly. Somehow such thick, rough fingers managed to touch her skin gently.
“No,” she moaned, feeling the growing wetness between her thighs. When he placed his lips on her navel, she tried to squirm but felt weak. She couldn’t take it anymore! His lips continued to roam her body, starting from her navel.
She yelled for him to stop as she formed a triangle around her. He opened his mouth and licked. “Gah!” she cried, pleasure washing over her. What does this feel like? She feels it.
Suddenly, he grabbed her thighs and parted her legs, exposing her dripping slit. She screamed and gasped.
“No, wait! Don’t look!” She struggled, but he held her thigh tightly.
“Aria,” he groaned, pleased with her arousal. He tackled her and ravished her, showing a hungry expression on his face. She pulled, squirmed and screamed as he licked her open lips, swollen and wet with excitement. He penetrated her crack as deep as he could, tasting her and smelling her wonderful scent. She gasped and screamed. “No!” she screamed in pleasure. Her body was extremely hot and her whole body was trembling. She squirmed, but her body went limp on his tongue. He was controlling her in every way. She closed her mouth to stop herself from screaming in pleasure. She would not be rewarded. But as the pleasure increased, she closed her lips and moaned angrily. She couldn’t take it anymore and started screaming. She tried to say, “Uhhhhhh. N-nooo,” but he started thrusting his tongue in and out of her, and licking her clit on his way out. What is this? Why did she do that? She involuntarily arched her back; her whole body reacted to her desire. She couldn’t help but moan. That’s how it felt…so…she had no idea!
“Please stop!” she gasped, whimpering. “That’s so dirty! Don’t do that again!” She felt her body tighten… and then, suddenly, her whole body exploded with an intense orgasm. She screamed at the feeling as he licked and sucked her harder. He stood up from her and looked down at her sweaty, heavy body. He looked at her and a slight smile played on his lips. Overwhelmed by her body’s reaction to him, she swallowed hard. She was exhausted.
“Are we done?” she gasped.
A smile formed on the other side of his mouth. She had never seen him smile before.
“Aria,” he said, laughing, then bowed his head. He kept doing this for what seemed like an eternity, Arya writhing and raging from one orgasm after another that were overlapping. She begged him to stop, but he didn’t. Warm weather was setting in, and she didn’t know if she would be able to endure it.
Finally he stopped and climbed on top of her again. His mouth was shining with her juices. He licked the cum from his lips and looked at her. The look between him and her was full of fear and insecurity.
“You, what are you going to do to me now?” she stuttered, her voice filled with fear.
He softened his expression and bent down to kiss her jaw and neck. He then came up and started to take off his pants. She gasped at the sight of him. He is great in every way!
“Oh my god,” she cried, immediately retreating to the headboard and wrapping the extra sheets around herself. “No, you’re too big. No! It won’t fit!” she cried in horror, shaking her head.
“Yes, it will,” he said softly. “You’re wet now.” He bent down and studied his bride, wrapped in a nearly white sheet. She was beautiful and he wanted her.
He grabbed her ankles that were attached to her body and pulled her towards him.
“No! You’re huge! You’re a…monster!”
He smiled, knowing he had woken her up.
He grabbed her thighs and opened them. He pressed the tip of her lips, feeling around them. She moaned and gasped, begging him to stop. The sensation of the prick took her breath away. He pushed himself into her quickly. She screamed.
“Gah! Uh, uh,” she gasped. “It hurts! It hurts!” He took her words deeply and made her scream even louder. “No!! You’re too big! You’re too deep!” Her back arched as she felt him inside her. He slowly started thrusting him in and out, going as deep as he could with each thrust. Her eyes widened as he pushed himself all the way in. She moaned. “It hurts!” She couldn’t believe she had something so big inside her. She was stretched. She felt like she would burst into tears any moment. But she was really wet and he was still sliding in and out of her. He continued thrusting slowly and deeply. She was panting and speechless, unable to distinguish what was pain and what was pleasure. Her orgasm was building, but slowly.
Suddenly, Baldwin grabbed her thighs tightly and began thrusting in and out of her, fast and roughly. She screamed in pain. He was so strong and rough that every thrust caused her to lift off the bed.
“Baldwin!” She screamed his name. This excited him even more and he started to move faster. Suddenly she screamed and climaxed. It pulsed through her whole body; it was the most ecstatic she had ever felt. He hadn’t reached his point yet and continued to thrust, grunting in between.
“You’re so tight,” he growled. “You’re so beautiful,” she gasped with each thrust, her breasts pushing apart from the corset. He watched her body quiver and shake with each thrust, becoming more and more aroused. “I’m almost there,” he groaned, finally reaching his peak, bucking in deeply and shooting his cum into her. He felt her fill up and she moaned at the feeling. He left her for a long time, filling her even more until he pulled out of her.
He kept himself inside her until he was exhausted and then pulled out. He looked into her eyes, tired but satisfied. She let herself lean against him. She felt like she was suffocating, but she made sure not to put all her weight on him. They lay like that for a while, panting and sweating a lot.
Finally he got up and sat down on the front of the bedpost. As Aaliya lay there, catching her breath, he picked her up and sat her on his lap, legs crossed at his side. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. There they stay.
He looked at her lovingly, an expression she never thought she would see on him.
“my beautiful wife.”
Alia blushed and immediately looked away. She was angry; he won her heart and made her happy.
“Aria,” he pointed out, tilting his head to get a better look at her. She looked up at him timidly. “I’ll take care of you,” he said softly. “I’ll get you everything you need. I’m your husband.” He was trying to win her over with his kindness as well.
“What do you know about my needs?” she replied in a sharp voice. Surprised at herself, she looked down again.
“I want to learn. I want to know everything about you,” he said softly, his fingers now playing with the laces that held together her corset.
She swallowed, trying her best to keep her hatred for him in. She wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“What? Do you find me… unattractive?”
“No!” she said a little too quickly, and blushed. “You’re so attractive,” she muttered under her breath.
“What?” he said, smiling, for he knew very well what she had said.
“You…you are so…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re very attractive” she said reluctantly, quickly making eye contact with him and then looking down. He smiled “But you…you’re too big for me!”
He leaned down and kissed her neck, “I think we fit each other so well,” he said into her long light brown hair. Her hands reached for his chest, feeling how strong he was. Whatever it was, she would never be able to tell, but his lips drove her crazy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moaned, kissing her breasts. He grabbed the remaining lace and tore off her corset. He sucked her breasts and kissed them. She tried to pull herself away, but his hands were firmly on her back.
She tried not to moan, muffling the sound with her closed lips. She let out a cry when he bit her hard nipple gently. “Mnuh” she moaned as he continued to suck on her.
She moved her arms down from his shoulders and they accidentally brushed against his penis. He immediately pulled away. He stopped kissing her and looked up, smiling.
“It’s okay,” he said. “You can touch it.”
“No,” he mumbled. But something inside her was sparking curiosity about the thing that was giving her so much pleasure. She looked down and then up at him. He nodded to show her it was okay. He touched her gently and she took a deep breath. They were both so sensitive to the touch. She wrapped her fingers around him, testing his size. She was shocked, wondering how this monstrous thing was inside her. She closed her eyes, becoming more and more aroused by his touch. His hot breath on her cheeks felt amazing. He grew hard in her hands and she was shocked again.
“Wh–” she started to ask but he interrupted her and pulled her underneath him.
It was the beginning of a long night.
