The Wedding Rite

Erdric’s hands fluttered over her body before resting on her cheeks and pulling her hair back. With extremely gentle hands, Erdric brushed his fingertips down from her temples, across her cheeks and neck, over shoulders and down to the insides of her wrists.

Aryun shuddered lightly, taking in a slow, deep breath as her own hands slipped up Erdric’s knees, glided past his thighs to settle upon his hips.

She felt Erdric’s hands gently glide up her own thighs, settling upon her waist. With sure and placid movements, she was deftly turned so that she straddled his lap.

Their eyes were soft in love as they brought up their right hands, gently stroking the other’s cheek. With their right hands upon their left cheeks, they brought their noses to brush against the right cheek. Finally, their noses nudged the other’s ear, their own near the other’s mouth.

Erdric tightened his left hand upon her waist as he felt Aryun’s soft breath flutter across his ear. Taking a quiet breath, Erdric waited for her exhalation before he released his own breath, synchronizing their breathing.

Aryun closed her eyes, leaning her face against his as she felt his own breath flutter over her hear just as she inhaled. As she exhaled, Erdric inhaled. She knew that soon they would not need to concentrate upon their breathing, as it would be perfectly aligned without thought.

After a few minuets, Erdric gently turned his head, capturing her mouth with a sweet, chaste kiss.

Aryun pulled back, her lips still gently brushing his lips as she brought up her other hand to cup his cheek.

Soft kisses were traded like spring rains before Aryun turned slightly, trailing her soft lips across Erdric’s cheek to softly kiss his closed eyes. She fluttered kisses all over his face, so soft that they seemed made of a spring wind. They were delicate and sure as they fluttered down to whisper against his neck.

Erdric tilted his head back, his hands holding on gently to her waist, his lips parting slightly in a whisper of gentle persuasion.

Aryun, in truth, needed no urging to continue her soft exploration. Her hands gently caressed his arms and shoulders before slipping behind him to gently stroke his back. Small, white teeth gathered a small portion of his flesh and closed gentmakimaking the flesh tingle with desire.

Erdric’s hands glided up and down her back, his fingers kneading the column of her spine. They lightly swirled around the dip just before her sacrum, and ran delicate fingernails across her flesh, teasing her.

Aryun gasped, her hands seizing Erdric’s upper arms, but she did not stop her slow, sensitive laving of his flesh with her mouth. She continued further, her tongue tracing the curve of his jaw before bestowing kisses upon his collarbone. This she gently bit before brushing kisses down one shoulder, lingering at his inner elbow to trace her tongue around the flesh, then kissed further down. She came to his wrist and brushed a whisper soft kiss there before gently licking at the soft skin.

Her lover and now husband trembled at the sweet attention she was giving him. His hand flexed when she trailed her kisses to his palm, ghosting across the cut that bound them in marriage. His whole body shuddered when Aryun nipped the of eof each finger before gently kissing her way back to his shoulder, across his chest to repeat the same gestures to his other arm.

Her fingers trailed across his chest, lightly stroking the flesh before they slipped lower, rubbing the smooth skin of his abdomen. She felt the quivering of the smooth muscles under her fingers, and she softly kissed his collarbone once more.

Aryun slipped off his lap to nudge the laces of his silvery-white pants with her hands. Her mouth trailed gently down his body as her fingers slowly released the laces of his pants.

Erdric’s head fell back slightly, arching his neck as he felt soft fingers reach in between the leather and his flesh. He felt her hands slip between, touching his skin as she pushed them lower so that they rubbed the area just above the swell of his buttocks.

He felt Aryun’s gentle hands push him back, and he uncoiled his legs to lower himself, with Aryun above him, to the blankets and pillows. He slid his hands deftly around Aryun’s waist, as she straddled him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

Aryun lifted herself to her knees, straddling Erdric’s hips. Her hands slipped light fingers along his chest, going further until the rested upon the edge of his silvery leather pants. She rose slightly further upon her knees as she slipped her fingers underneath the material.

Erdric raised his hips slightly, allowing Aryun to slip the offending material away. He lowered himself back down, his eyes fluttering closed as his wife’s fingers bestowed gentle, fluttering caresses.

Her fingers played in the gentle hollows of his scars, remembering each one when they were laid upon his flesh. There was the mark when he was thrust through with a spear, and there, the wound where he lost his life.

Other than the scant few upon the front of his body, and the twin parallel gashes across his back, he was flawless. Aryun smiled, knowing that even with these ‘imperfections’ he was perfect. She lowered her face, her tongue striking out to trace one scar upon his thigh. Her hair fluttered down to fall upon his velvet-clad sword before she brushed her cheek against the underside of his shaft. She tilted her head; her partly opened lips brushed against the junction of his head before her tongue snaked out and gently teased the soft underside.

Erdric’s eyes closed before he raised a hand to brush his wife’s golden cascade. His fingers threaded through the shimmering tresses he always found so attractive. His other hand gently rested upon her shoulder, slightly kneading the soft flesh there. Erdric’s throat tilted back and soft noises issued from the arched neck.

Aryun for her part was gently lapping at the soft, velvet. Her teeth scored the ridge on the underside of his head, causing his hips to arch. She pulled away, and smiled up at him, her cheek gently pressing against him. Her lips gently brushed the scar that graced his hip, her tongue darting out to trace the closed wound.

She laughed slightly as Erdric tugged gently on her shoulder until she had wiggled up to his side, leaning over him and letting her hair shroud their faces.

Erdric ran a hand tenderly through her hair and hooked it behind her ear before he cupped her cheek in his palm. His thumb traced the silver scar upon the high cheekbone as he took in her face. “You’re so beautiful, Aryun,” he murmured as he leaned forward, kissing the offending scar lightly, almost like a brother would to a wounded sister. His soft hand slipped behind her neck, softly kneading the slender column.

Aryun’s eyes closed as she leaned into the soft touch of his warm lips. She slid her cheek along his, her lips finding a safe harbor against a jagged silvery wound. Her lips gently traced the silver at the base of his throat to where it ended, just under his collarbone.

“You are as well, my lord.” She looked up, catching his shimmering sea-green eyes with her dark blue ones. “So very beautiful.” Her fingers traced the contours of his face with delicate fingertips.

They met eotheother for a gentle kiss that quickly progressed to something more. Erdric rolled her gently over; his lips gave soft kisses across her face and down her neck. They gently fluttered over the pulse in her throat, his tongue snaking out to give a soft touch before gently sucking on the skin.

Aryun gave a soft moan, feeling his teeth gently teasing a mark into her skin, marking her as his. Her hands rose to tangle in his sea colored hair, and she arched her neck allowing him better access to her flesh.

Erdric gave a soft smile against her neck before he fluttered kisses along her collarbone, gently nipping the protng bng bone before he breathed soft kisses upon the curve of her breast. After he let his tongue trace the edge of her areola, he finally took the nipple into his mouth causing Aryun to arch and cry out, her hands clenching in his sea colored hair.

Aryun felt her body tighten, her stomach muscles going into a spasm. Her mouth parted in a soft cry, and she shifted her legs, feeling Erdric oblige her and slip one of his thighs over hers, gently rubbing himself against her.

His free hand gently kneaded the other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she gave soft murmurs of appreciation. He deftly kissed another line across her chest to take the other nipple in his warm mouth.

Aryun was trembling underneath him, her fingers combing through his silky hair. “Thalata,” she whimpered, when he pulled away, placing a soft kiss between her breasts before he shifted lower, his warm lips bestowing ardent kisses and gentle licks upon her belly.

Erdric’s hands ran across her body as he sat up slightly, his palms gently gliding down her arms, over her palms, across her shoulders and breasts, down the sweep of her flank and the long line of her legs. His fingertips caressed the silver scars he saw, gently touching them with reverence.

He leaned forward, catching her eyes with his own, and placed a tender kiss upon a vicious scar across her left belly. He felt Aryun shift beneath him, and her long left leg came up to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to her body.

“Aryun,” he whispered softly against her belly, his tongue twirling around her belly button. He brushed his lips against the curvature of her hip, making her sigh and shift against the soft sheets. His long hands slipped between her slightly parted thighs, fingers making delicate patterns upon the soft skin.

Aryun trembled, her legs shifting to allow Erdric’s hands to part the soft skin. Her breath caught in her throat, her back arching slightly as she felt Erdric’s slender fingers run against the soft crease of skin where her thigh joined her pelvis.

Erdric’s fingers were teasing, gently stroking closer then darting away. He heard Aryun’s voice whispering, begging him to touch her. He felt her hand tangle in his longer hair as he placed another soft kiss upon her belly.

She felt his warm breath fan against her womanhood, and she tensed, waiting to feel his touch upon her again. Aryun felt his fingers hover above her before he bowed his head, placing a kiss upon her heated flesh.
ric ric was slightly startled by her cry that came from her throat when he kissed her. He smiled to himself, vowing that she would cry like that again before the night was out. Erdric opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out to gently lick at her before he captured one of her lips within his own.

Aryun cried out, her back arching as she felt Erdric’s mouth on her womanhood. She treaded her hands through his silky hair, one holding his head closer while the other fingers kneaded his scalp. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue twirl against her, her back bowing as he flicked against the center of her desires.

“Erdric!”

He pulled back, smiling at her gently before he bent back down, his teeth nipping the warm, wet flesh. His fingers gently stroked the wet folds while he fastened his mouth onto that small hardness, sucking it gently before he slipped a long finger inside of her.

Her throat arched, moans tumbling from her lips while her hips shifted, trying to keep Erdric’s smooth sliding finger inside of her, begging him for more.

He hooked his finger, the tip gently touching her upper wall and he nearly laughed when Aryun let out a soft cry, her hips rising and arching into that small touch. With gentle care, he slipped another slender finger into the warm tightness, gently separating his fingers, stretching her to accept him.

Aryun felt a pain when he added a third finger, and slowly the pain eased to allow her to relax, enjoying the feeling of his fingers.

Erdric stilled, and he raised his head, looking at Aryun’s closed eyes and sharp breathing. With his right hand gen gently stroked her thigh and belly, murmuring softly to her. “Does it hurt much, Aryun?”

Her eyes flew open, catching his and holding them. “Nothing that I cannot handle and nothing that will still hurt in the long run…” Her head fell back, moaning as his fingers touched that spot within her again. “Keep… going, Erdric, before I must beg yet again.”

He smiled at her softly, his fingers gently pulling out of her warmth to crawl beside her, his hand settling upon her belly, his lips brushing against her ear and cheek before claming her mouth in a eager kiss.

Aryun returned the kiss, her hands wrapping around his shoulders to hold him in place. She could taste herself upon his lips, the soft musk of her own scent, and she could taste him beneath it all, soft, gentle and cool like spring rains.

“Erdric,” she whispered against his lips before she felt his tongue flick out, begging entrance. She tilted her face, allowing their tongues to dual, a wet sliding of flesh that mimicked future activities.

His hands cupped Aryun’s flushed cheeks, carefully kissing her fluttering eyelashes, her forehead, her nose, and then he descended to her pale rose colored lips.

“Do you think yourself ready, love?” he asked as he brushed his lips against hers.

Aryun shifted her hips, feeling the empty aching of her loins, and groaned in slight frustration. “I… think I am ready to feel you inside of me,” her lips whispered against his before she took his lower lip between her teeth to gently bite him.

Easily, he slipped his legs between Aryun’s own, making her slide them further apart, feeling hlf plf press gently against her. He shivered before he tugged a pillow from behind her so that Aryun could support her neck rather than lying back on the sheets.

He gave her another long, lingering kiss. “Are you ready for this, Aryun love?”

Aryun placed both hands upon his flushed cheeks. “My Soul… I have never been more ready… than tonight to feel the pleasure I only wish for you to give me…” She arched under him, making him slide seductively against her wetness. “Please… Do not make me wait any longer than I must, my angel…”

Erdric nodded, slipping one of his arms behind her, holding her firmly while the other reached down to fit himself to her. He watched her face intently as he slowly pushed, drawing his hand back up to wrap the other arm behind her.

He sunk easily for a few moments, then he felt her new maidenhead press around his head at her entrance, wrapping snugly around him. Watching her face, he saw her eyes flutter closed, a slight concentration crease marring her forehead.

Making up his mind, he slanted his lips across hers in a passionate kiss before he jerked his hips forward, impaling her with his manhood.

Aryun let go of a low cry against his lips as he slit through her maidenhead, her hands curling into claws, digging into his back. Her legs trembled against his hips, her eyes shedding tears from closed eyes as she turned her head away, taking trembling breaths.

Erdric held very still feeling her trembling against him. With unbounded tenderness, he slipped his arm fro ruo run his hand through her cascade of hair, soothing herore ore he stroked her cheek with his fingers.

“Love… wife, I didn’t hurt you badly, did I? Aryun, dear one, have I hurt you?”

Aryun let go of a trembling breath she had not been aware she was holding. “Erdric… Husband, I… feel far less pain than what I thought I would… I… It feels… right.” Her eyes opened and they were a dark blue, almost the color of a winter night sky. With a soft smile, she tangled her right hand in the hair at the back of his neck, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.

Her lips still against his, she opened her eyes to catch his. This time, there were volumes spoken between them where as there used to be tension, uncertainty; now there was only love.

“Love me, Chosen, and make me yours truly…” Aryun’s breath caught in her throat at the exquisite feeling of being filled completely by the other half of her soul… her other half that she very nearly lost… “I want to feel you within me… knowing that you will now never leave me.” A tear fell down her cheek. “Make love to me, beloved angel,” she whispered softly before she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, her body arching up into his even as she pulled his face down to claim him with a searing kiss.

Erdric sighed softly against her lips, pulling away to brush kisses across her jaw line, the soft skin behind her ear, finally to gently suck on a bit of her skin before he started to move within her. Her warm wetness surrounded him, hugging him and he shuddered, holding up his weight upon his elbows above her.

Aryun let out a moan that was laced with pain as she felt him gently withdraw only to return to fill her fully again. She felt like she couldn’t take a full breath as she felt his slow, gentle thrusts into her, and she arched up into him when he withdrew.

He trembled as Aryun started to writhe underneath him, her hips pushing up into his as he felt her body loosen slightly, accepting more of him within her. She shifted beneath him, and he felt her legs raise, slipping to secure his waist between them.

Erdric let his left hand cup her cheek while he softly kissed her upturned lips. He tilted his hips with a soft cry, sliding into her body, the new angle allowing him to sink in deeper. His hips kept a slow and steady rhythm, finding Aryun’s mimic his own, making him tremble.

“Love,” he whispered against her lips, his body trembling against hers, feeling her pleasure as well as his own burst over his skin.

Aryun did not know whether or not her body wished to tremble, to writhe, or to just lay placid beneath Erdric’s thrusting body. She whimpered underneath Erdric’s mouth, her body tightening with the combined pleasure and pain that his thrust brought.

Her hands curled into his shoulders, her nails piercing his skin and mixing sweat with blood. Her breathing sped up, breasts heaving in exertion and she let her head slide to the side of the pillow, her eyes closed and tears shimmering upon the lashers.

She felt Erdric’s lips brush over her offered throat, biting gently at the salt slicked skin. She trembled, caught in a whirlwind of passion, and she lifted her face to Erdric’s, their noses brushing the cheeks of the other, while the soft pants of air brushed against their ear, making their bodies tighten all the more.

Their foreheads touched, their mouths a hairsbreadth apart.

Erdric’s lips curved in a soft smile, his fingers cupping Aryun’s sweating cheek. “Will you cry, love?” he murmured the question against her lips, and he gave a soft chuckle when she did cry softly. He let his fingers tangle in the fine long hair that was spread out beside her head, his thumb stroking her cheek. He kissed his way to the other side of her face, his lips teasing and nipping at the curve of her ear. “I will make you cry,” he spoke softly into her ear. “I promised myself I would…” He chuckled softly again. “And I know you will…”

Aryun gave a soft mewl against his ear, earning another chuckle from his throat. Her head fell back, showing the smooth expanse of flesh that Erdric loved to place soft kisses upon and bite. Aryun felt herself clench around his manhood, tightening herself and feeling the sensations themselves constrict.

Erdric knew he was coming to the end of his endurance. The slow pace he set only served to arouse them more, and he tha that his beloved was nearly at her peak… She was normally much more articulate than what she was being, and he smiled against her neck, his teeth taking the soft skin and suckling on it.

He felt Aryun’s body shift underneath his weight, her body rubbing itself against his to urge him without words to speed his thrusting. Uttering a small laugh, he continued at the same pace, making Aryun cry at being denied her release.

Erdric’s sweaty cheek brushed against Aryun’s, his lips dancing along her ear again. “Tell me, Aryun. Tell me what you want… otherwise,” he bit back a groan as he slid nearly all the way out, and then pushed himself ever so slowly back inside of her, making her back arch in a cry. “I’ll keep this up… and I’ll have you writhing beneath me the whole night.”

His mouth opened, snagging the lobe of her ear between his teeth, tugging on it gently while his breath fanned across it, making her shudder within his embrace.

“Erdric,” her voice came out as a strangled whine.

He brought himself up, one arm holding his body off of hers while his free hand cupped her cheek. He smiled down at her passion darkened eyes and chuckled. “Tell me,” he whispered softly to her. “Tell me what you want, Aryun, and I will give it to you…” He leaned down, bowing his back to still be able to thrust within her slowly. “Tell me, my angel… or you will be denied your release… at least until I decide so.” His tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her lower lip before snagging it with his teeth.

Aryun cried out again, letting Erdric suckle at her lip before she turned her head away, her eyes closed as she panted. “You,” she ground out, arching beneath him. She opened her mouth to speak again, and then swallowed, catching Erdric’s sea-green gaze with her own winter night blue. “I want you… hard…”

She saw Erdric’s eyes blaze and he lowered himself on her gently, fanning kisses across her face. “As you wish, my angel,” he whispered softly, pausing for a second in his thrusting, pulling out nearly all the way so only his head was caught within her warmth.

With a hard thrust, he pushed back inside her, making her head fly back and her voice wavering a pleasured cry. He secured his lips on hers, catching the sharp moaning from deep within her throat, his body shuddering as it neared his peak.

Aryun cried out into his mouth, her body arching and twisting underneath her loves, trembling in passion too great to contain. Her body arched one last time, and with a loud cry, her bloodied fingers clutching to Erdric’s back, she convulsed within his arms, nearly screaming out her passion.

Erdric laved ardent kisses across her throat, her shoulders, any piece of skin he could reach before he too groaned at the faster pace, making his hips jerk ever harder into her before, and with her name upon his lips, he reached his peak in a scalding wave of pleasure.

He trembled, lowering his body down upon hers as he watched her face, seeing the crystalline tears that fell from her eyes and sparkled in the light from the sacred candles. With shaking fingers, he brushed the backs against Aryun’s flushed and tear-streaked face, gently taking away the tears and sweat.