Amen a Wedding

Yden had not denied Sheveks claims yet, and Shevek saw she was content in her obedience. It empowered him, and he began issuing more orders.

"Undress," he commanded, and he watched her disrobe. Shevek kept his face impassive, but her naked form moved him. Her skin was still pinched and red from her clothes, and her hips and buttocks were dimpled with extra weight. Her breasts were large, and they pointed toward him, and Shevek thought about how it might feel to press his chest against them. Blood rushed into his cock with such force Shevek wondered if he might cum right there, an erection and orgasm in one fell swoop. He gasped, and the feeling passed.

Shevek thought that he should undress too, but he was embarrassed. "Lay in bed," he ordered instead. He began stroking himself as he watched her lie down and pull the blankets up to her chin.

Then Shevek undressed, discarding his shirt and throwing his pants over the bedpost. He cast aside his underwear and faced the bed, bracing himself for laughter. He did not know why he expected humiliation, but it did not come. When he found the courage to look at her, he felt the warmth of her smile. Shevek looked down at his body and tried to see it as she did. He knew he was tall, nearly a head taller than her. He was thin, too, but still filling out, all sinew and muscle stretched over his long arms, legs, abdomen. He now had a patch of dark curls on his chest to match the dark curls on his head and groin, and the harvest time had baked him to a rich brown. Shevek swiveled in the light, casting a shadow of his profile on the wall behind Yden's head. Smerdya had said that Shevek's cock was big, and she was the only one to have seen it, and it had grown even bigger in the years since they had fucked.

Shevek did not see the same lust in Yden that filled his veins, but she studied him with interest and approval. She stared longest at his penis, but he suspected that was more due to novelty than anything else. Her gaze had weight and friction, and his cock throbbed intensely again under it, and Shevek willed himself to be in control. He strode to the bed, threw back the covers, and lay down beside his wife.

Shevek would remember the cicadas screeching outside their window, and, when he reached over to put his hand on Yden's stomach, a coyote baying into the night. Yden turned toward him as soon as he touched her, and they closed the distance between their bodies. Shevek crawled on top of her. "Open your legs," he said, and he remembered his first teacher in this subject. Yden spread her legs. It was his turn, but he could not be as gentle. "You are my wife," he said. Her eyes were now glossy, but she was smiling.

"It will hurt the first time," Shevek warned.

"I know," Yden said. "But I will give you sons."

Shevek kissed Yden then, and it was the one lesson Smerdya never gave him, so he fumbled, but he grounded himself by tracing the outline of her jaw and falling into her rhythm. He lowered himself until his cock was pressed against her stomach, increasing his weight until he had her pinned. Yden wrapped her arms around him and pushed her face into his neck, letting him feel the wetness of her tears.

Shevek shifted his hips down until his cock was poised at the entrance. He pushed himself in slowly, waiting for a wince or gasp. But Yden was silent, until he was halfway in and pushed the rest in all at once, and then she whimpered. "My little girl," Shevek said, and he saw again the eternal cycle emerging from the utter chaos. He held himself still inside her for what seemed like eternity. His cock dribbled enough to lubricate the tip, and Shevek shivered in exquisite pleasure. He began thrusting, slowly, and soon realized ejaculation was imminent. However, he had his wife now, and there would be no end, only a brief intermission. "You're mine now," Shevek said, and Yden kissed his neck.

"My wife," Shevek grunted, and he rammed his cock inside his new wife as deep as he could, and then he collapsed on top of her. It was as if he had been switched off, and every muscle relaxed, and there was a moment of absolute stillness before his cock jerked so hard it pushed against the inside of her abdomen. Shevek was helpless as the thundering force cascaded through his nervous system, in sync with the pulses of his still-leaking cock. It was several minutes before Shevek found the energy to move again, and even then he still waited.

Finally Shevek shifted his hips and began withdrawing his cock. It was limp now, but still quite long, and he savored every inch, mentally mapping the geography of her insides. The tip of his cock was like a rudder, steering him through, and now he retraced his route in reverse, until finally he pulled the tip through the opening and his seed spilled like uncorked wine. This time Shevek felt no shame in staining the sheets, and he embraced his wife, kissing her neck and jaw and breasts. "Roll over," Shevek ordered, and Yden let him press his cock against her butt and thighs, and let him hold her waist and fondle her breasts. Shevek became aroused again, and slipped his cock in between her thighs, and his body shook with a raw, tingling pleasure. "Yden," Shevek whispered. He could have her any time, but he did not know it needed to be this soon. "I craved you before I ever knew you."

Yden was obedient, and she was also patient, so she let Shevek penetrate her until she was sore and spots of blood appeared on their sheets. Then she let him do it again, because she was his wife. Shevek was deeply aroused by her deference, and she hoped that soon she would feel the same passion. She hadn't felt physically good from sex, but she did feel nervous, fluttery feelings in her gut when Shevek twisted and writhed. And when his cock jumped around inside of her while the rest of him stayed still, her nipples became very hard. When his chest grazed them, her pussy was filled with her own wetness, a fact she missed because it was already filled.

The wetness prevented him from tearing her too badly, but by the morning Yden was sore, and every time she swiveled her hips she felt the imprint of Shevek's cock. Shevek, too, could still feel her around him. He only had to recall her softness underneath him and his cock swelled up again. Though he was glad to celebrate his marriage, Shevek wished for nightfall and the endless canvas that was his new bed, and every thought tormented him with desire. Yden, too, only had to think of Shevek's movement inside of her and the blood rushed to the same place, and Yden hid behind the outhouse and rubbed her swollen clit to no avail.