Lily Of The Valley Pt 01

Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are of legal age for the acts described. Characters who's age is not explicitly stated in the story are at least 18 years old. This is my first erotic story I've attempted to publish, so comments and feedback are appreciated.

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Thunder crashed outside and rain pelted the thin straw roof of a quiet homestead. Water dripped through cracks in the ceiling into a pot set out to collect it. Wind howled outside, screaming as it blew against the thin walls of the ramshackle building. A shoddy wooden gate rattled against its post, blowing open before slamming violently back into place. A rhythmic thumping mingled with the symphony of sounds accompanied by a deep moan and faint scream that emanated from the thinly shuttered window of the cabin.

Within the humble cottage, a mountainous woodsman laid atop his new bride. His huge cock thrust hungrily into his wife's tight pussy. Her titanic tits were crushed beneath the weight of his hard stomach, her mouth hung open in breathless amazement as she was passionately fucked by her gargantuan man. Her screaming orgasm echoed out from the closed window, only to be lost in the raging storm.

Earlier that day.

John was a large stoic man of few words. He was a mountain compared to the other men of the Valley, standing well over 7 feet tall. Muscles from years of forestry and hard work filled his tight woolen shirt. His arms swelled like barrels wrapped in rope, and trunklike legs supported his overdeveloped torso while filling out his pants nicely.

Today he had been married to the fairest maiden in the Valley. Lily was soon to be a maiden no longer, and fair didn't come close to capturing her beauty in words. Her voice was a breeze on a summer's day. She had the beauty of a flower that bloomed once a century. Her natural smell was captivating like the ocean from atop a cliff side, and she was now his wife.

For many reasons her sisters were jealous of her, her looks, the attention she received, the freedom her parents gave her as their youngest daughter, and now her husband. When she came of age she knew she was to be married to one of the Valleymen, a fate she had no control over and caused her great anguish when she thought of all the possible disastrous pairings. She could have been married to the Townspeaker, an overweight man of considerable means and concerning temper. She could have been married to the Harbormaster, a hideous old man who smelled of fish and grime. But her parents favored her and sought to pick someone she might like, even if it meant they lost out on a lucrative settlement. They picked John, a reclusive lumberjack that owned a sizable property in the mountains, but no real wealth beyond his looks. Lily's nerves settled slightly the moment her veil was lifted and she beheld her groom for the first time.

John was handsome, and she would learn he was also kind. He had no interest in the grueling politics of Valleyport and tended his forests with care and respect, alone for many years. The couple were wed and tossed into his humble logging cart to begin their first journey home as newlyweds. Gore, John's great ox, tugged the cart up the long winding mountain road that led home. Lily nervously watched the scenery go by, curious to know her husband, but too scared to ask him anything. She would steal glances at his beautiful face, chiseled from hard labor and obscured by thick dark hair, similarly to the rest of his body. She would notice his arms as he held the reins tight, getting flush when the muscles in his forearms would move and ripple as he adjusted them. He wore a thick wool work shirt to their wedding ceremony, one he had unbuttoned now, loosening it, revealing parts of his large chest and dark forest of hair.

They traveled silently for a few hours without reaching their destination before John finally spoke up.

"Storm's comin' in." He said, pointing at the sky behind them.

Lily looked over her shoulder and barely saw a single cloud way off in the distance. All she could tell was that the sun was setting soon, but had no idea how he saw a storm from that. Puzzled, she continued to sit quietly, not wanting their first conversation to be an argument about his false assumptions.

Gore continued to pull their cart as the sun began to set, the sky darkened and the shadows of the forest deepened. Lily was fearful for a moment, to be so deep in the woods with a man she didn't know, but he was her husband now and she had to hope he would protect her.

John reached a large hand into his leather pack at their feet and pulled out a cloth that had been tied into a pouch containing some wild berries and nuts he had brought on the journey. He opened it up and tossed a couple nuts into his mouth before handing Lily the pouch. Up until this moment her nerves had prevented her from noticing how famished she was. She hadn't eaten all day and finally felt the consequences of it. John noticed she didn't eat at the wedding, he also knew they wouldn't be home for another few hours, he thought it would be better for her to eat now before the rain soaked completely through them.

She picked through the pouch and nibbled on the parts she liked.

He then pulled out a huge heavy cloak right as thunder boomed in the distance behind them. Lily jumped at the noise, she hated thunder. Whirling around, she checked the sky behind them to see huge dark storm clouds that had gathered in the time since she last looked. The clouds extended from the horizon to nearly right above them, casting the entire valley into a dark shadow, deepening the already darkening night. Lightning flashed in the distance, striking a point on the far side of the valley, followed quickly by another thunderous boom. She turned back ahead and looked up at her husband. John had draped his large cloak over his shoulders and pulled the thick hood over his head, his dark eyes focused on the road ahead.

Rain began to fall.

John looked over to his wife who sat uncloaked beside him, he realized she didn't have one or it was packed amongst her belongings in the back of the cart. Lily's brushed and styled hair became wet in the heavy rain, laying flat against her face. She was uncomfortable, but too nervous to ask for any help or accommodation.

Yet unfamiliar to his husbandly duties, John thought to offer Lily the only solution he could quickly think of. He unfurled his heavy cloak and held one side open, implying that she could share his cover if only she came close enough to him.

Lily saw the gesture and thought about it for a moment. She was hesitant as he was practically a stranger, but something about him drew her inward, and she wanted to get out of the rain. She scooted against his right side as properly as she could, smoothing her dress in her lap as she settled into him. John's large arm draped around her neck and off her shoulder, holding the cloak over her as much as it could. His strong touch sent electricity through her bones and his manly scent competed against the fresh rain smell to intoxicate her. Her admiration of him was quickly surpassing her nervous fear.

The carriage ride progressed into the night and the storm conditions intensified. The couple were battered by strong wind and heavy rain, the large cloak wrapped around both their shoulders left a sizable gap where it couldn't fully close, allowing them to still get drenched. Lily was soaked and cold, but John was a furnace and his heat fought to warm them both. Lightning crashed and Lily pressed her face into John's side, his arm instinctively released the edge of the cloak to grip her shoulder for comfort, but the cloak was quickly blown open, pelting them both with icy rain and chilling them to the bone.

Fighting to grab their only source of protection, the cloak, John wrestled it back from the wind, thankful he had tied it closed around his neck. With the storming conditions worsening, John's survival instincts kicked in and he took charge. As awkward as she might feel about this, it was the only option to keep them both protected from the worst of the storm. John grabbed Lily's trim waist and hoisted her up into his lap, planting her soft ass right in between his large legs. He then grabbed one edge of the cloak and brought his strong arm to wrap around her front, accidentally propping it into the underside of her hefty bosom, the other arm then came to wrap the rest of the cloak tightly around them.

Lily was in a tight embrace, wrapped like a cocoon, and grateful to feel herself quickly warming back up. She felt awkward to be in the lap of a man she didn't know, but she calmed her prudish nerves with the reminder that this was her husband, and he was trying to protect her.

The ride continued but Lily couldn't see with the cloak securely wrapped up over her head like it was. As the path got rockier, so did the cart. Lily jostled and swayed with the motion of the cart, but John's strong arms kept her without worry. She felt good pressed up against his hard body, he radiated heat like a fire against her backside. His lap was a much more comfortable seat than the hard wooden bench, it was lumpy at times but she found she liked being close to him.

The rain continued to pelt them and wash against the cloak, but somehow couldn't penetrate the thick layer of fabric. They rode on through the forested path until the trees parted revealing a quaint cottage amidst a grassy clearing. The cart pulled to a stop and John stood up taking Lily with him. He opened the cloak slightly to look down at his new wife. Lily turned to face him gazing up into his eyes. She had spent most of the ceremony trying not to look at him out of shy nervousness, she only now realized how he towered over her.

"Are you ready?" He asked, nodding toward the dark cabin.

Lily didn't really know what for, but she nodded. John bent down and hooked a strong arm around her legs, just below her big soft butt. He stood back up and hoisted her into the air, keeping the cloak around her in a protective embrace. He jumped off the cart and swiftly strode through the rain, crossing the distance in just a few powerful strides. With a thunderous boom in the background the door to the cabin flew inward and John stepped through the threshold carrying his bundled bride.

Unfurling the cloak he set her down and wiped the wet hair from her face.

"I'm going back for your things." He said, turning and heading out, shutting the door behind himself.

Lily stood alone in the dark cottage. She looked around and saw sparse decorations, hanging herbs and a leaking roof. This was her home now, she decided she would have to make some changes if she hoped to find a familiar degree of comfort in her new life. She fumbled around in the dark until she found a candle and some matches, which she lit and set on the table.

She continued looking around the small room for a few moments before John returned with her drenched bags of clothes and personal effects. He dropped them on the rough wooden floor with a wet splat. Lily admired the soaked shirt that clung to his chest and the deep shadows the candlelight cast between his mountainous muscles.

John turned to wrestle the door closed against the wind. Lily couldn't help but stare as his leg muscles bulged and his prominent ass flexed with effort within the tight linen trousers he wore. Unconsciously, Lily moved a hand up to brush the tops of her breasts exposed by the open neckline of her wedding dress. She was flushed, her fair complexion becoming rosy and hot as her blood surged beneath her skin. She noticed her blatant staring after he did and nervously tried to avert her gaze.

"Where- Where do we sleep?" Lily asked, looking around, not seeing anything she recognized as a bed.

John grunted and pointed at what looked like a low table built into the corner of the room. Planks of rough wood lay across a shoddy frame. No pillows or blankets were in sight.

"The table?" She asked incredulously, shaking her head.

John had never cared for soft comforts, he was fine sleeping on stone if he had to, but once again he realized his preferences weren't the only ones to consider anymore.

"I'll be right back," he said, leaving the cottage again before returning with a huge arm full of hay he collected from the barn next door. It was only slightly wet from the short trip outside. He plopped the dry-ish straw on the bed and spread it out evenly. John then walked over to the wall where he pulled down a huge fur of some animal Lily couldn't identify, bear maybe? He flung it down over top of the straw and gestured to Lily as if to say is that good?

"What of a pillow or blanket?" She asked.

John moved to a shelf that had a few articles of clothing folded atop. He grabbed a shirt and stuffed it with a pair of his trousers and then twisted the ends closed, tossing it on the bed where a pillow might go. John then collected his heavy woolen cloak from the floor and unfurled it out atop the fur as if it were a blanket. Lily scoffed at John throwing a wet cloak over their mostly dry bed, but upon further inspection she discovered the cloak was already dry, dryer than her even.

It may have been the influence of her exhaustion, but John's new bed looked surprisingly comfortable and inviting. She didn't want to make all these demands upon her first night as his wife, but she was used to a slightly higher standard of living than John seemed to have. He was a mountain man through and through. Despite his humble means, Lily was very impressed by his quick thinking and willingness to accommodate her comfortability.

"Thank you..." she eked out quietly.

Lily's eyes suddenly felt heavy, her base needs were met and whatever else could wait til tomorrow. She quickly realized her gown was drenched and her bags of clothes were surely soaked through after hours in the open cart during a thunderstorm, she had nothing to modestly sleep in.

Bashfully, Lily turned to John who regarded her with attention, waiting to hear what else she needed.

"My clothes, they're all wet... I don't have anything to sleep in."

John thought for a moment. "I don't have anything a lady might wear, but if you really need clothing to sleep comfortably, you may take my shirt," he said, pulling the last shirt off his shelf. John had three shirts, the drenched one on his back, the one made into a pillow, and lastly, the one he now presented to his wife. He was a large man, his shirts were large too and looked like it would come down to Lily's knees if she put it on. While it wasn't ladylike, it was close enough.

She thanked him and then looked around for a private place to change. She saw none. John noticed her shrinking shyly once again. "Do you need anything else?" He asked softly in his deep resonating voice.

"I need to change for bed, but there is nowhere private to do so..."

John nodded, understanding. He turned around to face the wall respectfully. Lily was surprised this was her reality, her new lack of privacy was something she'd have to get used to. She paused for a long moment, unsure if she had the courage to undress when he could turn around at any moment, but she realized she really had no other option besides sleep in wet clothes and get sick.

She untied the corset and loosened the dress's drawstrings that crossed her chest. She wiggled her wide hips trying to shimmy out of her tight clothing, but the extra weight and tightness of the wet clothes made it cling to her curves like a squirrel to a tree. She fought the fabric over her large bust freeing her chest to the cold cabin air, her breasts hung low past her navel in a perfect teardrop shape. They were huge, heavy, and full with stretch marks indicating recent rapid growth, her nipples were stiff and pointed at her husband's turned back. She pushed with all her might until the dress finally gave and passed beyond the swell of her large heart shaped ass. It fell past her thick but well toned thighs to pile around her ankles, her underwear following shortly after. Lily stepped out of the wet pile and quickly pulled the coarse linen shirt over her head. It smelled like John, clean but manly. The rough fabric brushed across her nipples as it was pulled into place, sending a stimulating tingle through her body and down into her delicate bits.

"You can turn around now," she said, in an unintentionally seductive tone. Her knee bent to cross her legs and her hands were nervously held behind her back, accidentally presenting him with her thinly covered breasts.

John quietly turned and regarded his new wife, she stood before him in nothing but his own shirt. His shirt was built for him, wide in the shoulders with some give in the chest to fit his well developed pectoral muscles, but Lily wore it well. He was now noticing her body for the first time, she had a chest that swelled impressively, stretching his shirt out in front of her, much further than his own chest did. Each globe was bigger than the best summer melons he could grow, capped with a noticeably hard stem that drew his eye. They sagged slightly, despite her young adulthood, but they were a size that couldn't be expected to avoid the effect of gravity for long. The ruffled fabric hid her slim waist but he could still see the swell of a deliciously soft ass and two perfectly thick thighs extending below the hem of his shirt. She was a vision even in his shabby clothing.

His eye lingered a while before he caught himself, he looked back into her eyes quickly, hoping he didn't make her uncomfortable with his staring. A nervous smile crept across her face before she averted her eyes as well.

"Climb in, get comfortable." John said, gesturing toward the bed.

Lily obliged, exhausted. She pulled back the "blanket" and felt the thick fur bedding with her fingers, it was incredibly soft. The bed pulled her in. She scooted under the cover to get close to the wall, laying her head on the lumpy pillow and shivering. Rolling over she turned to see if her husband was following her in, and was shocked at what she saw.

John stood near the edge of the bed with his back to her. He had pulled off his wet shirt revealing a massively muscled back of corded sinew and crossed with various scars. His thick brown hair was braided tightly and laid down between his shoulder blades. The muscles on his back bulged and drew the eye toward a trim waist, like a wedged triangle. His thumbs hooked in the edge of his pants and with one swift motion he pushed them down around his ankles exposing his big muscular ass and the backs of his powerful thighs.

He turned to climb into bed, revealing himself to Lily in all his glory. She yelped and nearly choked on her tongue when his ass disappeared and the first cock she had ever seen came into view. It was hairy and long, longer than she thought it was supposed to be. Her sisters had secretly talked about penises with her, but in a very uneducated and vague way. Implying penises weren't that impressive, in their experience. She was wholly surprised at what she saw.

Lily quickly turned her head to look straight up at the ceiling, while John settled in next to her, completely naked.

"Umm... What of your clothes?" She squeaked, nervously.

"Don't have any more." He said bluntly, rolling onto his side away from her, propping his head up on a huge folded bicep. Lily counted 3 shirts and two pairs of pants in her head, she would certainly need to make him more.

John's big back was like a wall. It blocked her into the corner and made her feel like she had her own private space, comfortable, secure, without his attention facing inward to disrupt it. She could tell he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable despite any awkward circumstances that may be. She stared up at the shoddy ceiling and shivered, she was still freezing despite the layers of insulation around her. A gust of wind blew through a crack in one of the wall boards and chilled her to the bone. Lily was almost lost in despair as she was unwilling to ask John for anything more. Suddenly, she noticed a great warmth emanating from her side. John's back was like a furnace, heating the air around him to warm his surroundings. Subtly, Lily scooted a little closer to him, and her shivering lessened slightly.