Chapter 5: The Wedding

Azyra headed down the aisle, her gown trailing behind her, towards her future husband, who stood awaiting. Her face was veiled as she glided along as if she were a ghost, dressed from head to toe in white. It was a small and simple ceremony, the only attendants being Azrya's family, including her sisters, stepmother and her father the Duke.

Azrya's youngest sister Iris, only eight years old, shot her a bright and beaming smile, waving eagerly, unaware of the true nature of the day. Forcing herself, Azrya weakly smiled back at her sister and continued down the aisle.

The only attendees from Akio's side were a small group of his knights. The rest of the people present were the servants and the priest.

As she reached the altar, the priest began the ceremony, but Azrya did not hear a word he said. Her mind was too full of dread. She quickly glanced at the door wondering if she would be able to bolt away and escape, but immediately dispelled those thoughts, the face of her youngest sweet little sister appearing in her mind. She accepted her fate. It was too late for her now. Within a few minutes she would officially be married to the man in front of her, who easily towered over everyone in the room and was able to strike fear into an individual with just one glance.

Azrya's eyes watered as the priest neared to finishing the wedding ceremony, asking Akio.

"Do you take the Lady Azryana of the kingdom of Toria as your lawfully wedded wife, in the eyes of God and the realm?"

"I do." Akio replied gruffly.

He looked no more pleased than her, but he always had the same impassive look plastered on his face, so it was impossible to tell how he was feeling. But he had been the one to formally request from the king her hand in marriage, so Azrya saw no reason for him to look so glum and cheerless. After all, out of the two of them, he had been the only one to have gotten what he wanted.

Soon it was her turn to answer the dreaded question.

Azrya paused before speaking.

"I do." She whispered do quietly, it was only just audible.

"I now pronounce you man and wife".

The priest concluded.

Underneath the veil, a single tear dropped from her eye as the wedding celebrations continued around them. A feast would be held in their honour. Then later on that night they would consummate their marriage in the bedroom, and Azrya shivered at the thought.

The feast lasted a couple hours before Azrya was escorted by her lady's in waiting to a specially prepared chamber, where she and her new husband would spend the night and cement their marriage. The maids filled a basin of warm water and washed Azrya, then dressed her in a fine white slip-on dress that was almost see through, revealing every curve of her body, and showing all the parts of her body that were usually hidden underneath her gown.

Her maids left, leaving Azrya alone with her thoughts as she sat on the edge of the bed nervously waiting for Akio to arrive. Needing some liquid courage to get her through the night, she got up to pour herself a cup of wine from the jug the servants had left in the room, sipping nervously.

Azrya almost dropped the cup she was holding when the door suddenly swung open. Her husband stood in the doorway in a white tunic, and black trousers, staring at her not saying a word, this time with an expression on his face that Azrya had not seen before.

Akio scanned every inch of Azrya's body taking her in and devouring her with his eyes. Through her sheer dress he could see her perky full breasts and the dress hugged her physique tightly, complimenting her curves.

Feeling bashful, Azrya hugged her chest with her arms, trying to cover her exposed breasts in the revealing dress, to try and maintain some of her dignity.

Akio slowly approached her and gently but firmly moved her arms down, looking deep into her eyes. Azrya could feel her heart knocking against her chest and anxiety rising from within.

"You look beautiful. Don't hide yourself."

Akio said quietly in almost a whisper while cupping her cheek.

Azrya looked down avoiding his gaze, but he gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes which were like dark whirlpools, that she found herself getting lost in.

Surprising her, he hungrily and passionately leaned down kissing her fervently, making Azrya gasp. He picked her up, straddling her legs around his waist as his tongue pushed deeper inside her mouth, begging for entrance. Azrya did not know how to react, and was overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy, but she continued to allow Akio to embrace her, her arms wrapped around his neck as strange sensations bubbled up inside her, making her body tingle with ecstasy.

While still in a passionate embrace with her, Akio lifted her over to the bed, laying Azrya down on her back while still kissing her. Savagely, catching her off guard, Akio tore the thin dress off her body, exposing her skin to the cold air making her gasp. He then began to trail his kisses down her body, first affectionately attacking her neck, planting kisses and soft bites all over it, that would leave marks all over her neck in the morning. Azrya involuntarily let out soft moans in response, shocking herself at her own lewdness in enjoying something so unladylike.

He then made his way down to her breasts, sucking on and licking her hardened nipples, earning another moan from her lips as she grabbed his hair at the overwhelming sensation that came with his ministrations on her body. Azrya had never experienced anything like this before in her life. In her mind she wanted to hate every moment with this man she hardly knew, but her body betrayed her thoughts.

Akio continued further down her body, softly kissing her stomach then beginning to touch her most intimate places. Alarmed by the sudden invasion of his hands on the most sacred area of her body, Azrya tried to scramble up, but it was too late, as Akio had already opened her legs, and his mouth was now desperately kissing and licking on the most sensitive part of her body.

Azrya threw her head back letting out a moan louder than the ones before, breathing heavy as Akio continued to suck and lick on her womanhood. She instinctively grabbed a mound of his hair as he inserted a finger into her now soaking wet area while continuing to play with it with his mouth. The sensations she was feeling before were now stronger than ever, and Azrya felt her body tense and fire burn inside of her body and she reached her climax, her legs shaking and juices squirting out of her.

The ordeal left her feeling drained but at the same time a strange high, as she laid limp on the bed recovering from her orgasm. Akio came back up on top of her, planting another kiss on her lips. She could taste her own juices on his tongue.

Akio then removed his shirt, exposing his toned, tanned and muscular body, covered in various scars. Nothing was small about him, from his large muscular arms to his thick neck, broad shoulders and toned abs. Azrya was mesmerised by his body and stared a little longer than she wanted to, savouring the sight.

Akio continued kissing Azrya while with one hand he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and underwear, and Azrya felt something large, thick and hard poke her from below. Feeling scared she began to squirm underneath him, and Akio noticed her sudden fear as his large member rubbed against her body. Trying to comfort and soothe her, he deepened the kiss while gently groping he breasts, lightly pinching her nipples in order to give her more pleasure.

For a moment the sensations distracted her, and she sunk back into pleasure until she felt something align with her entrance down below. Akio broke off the kiss and they locked eyes with each other. Azrya stared up at him fearfully as he held open her legs and began to slowly push himself inside of her.

Azrya cried out in pain at his size, closing her eyes hoping for it to be over. Akio suddenly stopped noticing her discomfort, feeling concern for her. Azrya opened her eyes confused and relieved, as she no longer felt him pushing inside of her, stretching out her virgin bud.

"Do you want this?" Akio questioned her.

"If you want me to stop, say the word and I will."

Stunned by his words Azrya pondered for a moment deciding what she should do. His member was still hard and she could feel it pulsating against her entrance. Akio clearly wanted this, so why was he bothered by her opinion on the matter. It was a wife's duty to fill her husbands desire whenever and however he pleased, so why did he care about how she was feeling. Moreover, if she did not consummate the marriage and her father found out, she was scared to think of how he might punish her, or even worse, her younger sister.

"No, it's okay."

She whispered quietly.

"You can continue."

Akio looked at her face while Azrya closed her eyes. He didn't believe her and only wished to be intimate with her when she truly wanted it. Ignoring the longing he felt below in his body, he got off from on top of her and began to dress himself.

Azrya was still awaiting the painful feeling of his manhood pushing inside of her, however she felt nothing. She opened her eyes and Akio was stood half dressed, putting his shirt back on.

She quickly sat up on the bed perplexed questioning Akio,

"What's wrong? I said it was okay. Why did you stop?"

Even though she did not want him to take her virginity, she cared more about the safety of her sister was determined to consummate the marriage, even if she was left in pain for days.

Akio continued dressing ignoring her, then pouring himself a cup of wine and downing it in one go. She could still see his bulge which was large and visible through his trousers.

"We need to consummate our marriage for it to be official."

She demanded.

Akio simply stared at her, scratching his head in a boyish manner.

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone." He said pouring another cup of wine, downing it just as quickly as the first.

"You might want to cover up before you catch a cold." He said while eyeing her breasts.

Azrya had forgotten that she was completely naked, and quickly hid under the blanket, shyly concealing her body.

"I don't know why you're still hiding like I haven't seen and tasted it all already." Akio said cheekily making Azrya scowl in annoyance.

Akio then picked up the wine jug and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Azrya questioned him, still puzzled by the whole situation.

"I need to clear my head. Get some sleep, we'll be waking up early to leave the castle tomorrow morning." And before Azrya could reply, he was already gone, closing the door behind him.

Later into the night, Azrya was tossing and turning, trying to understand what had happened.

Was he not attracted to her? Did she do something wrong?

Clearly it wasn't an issue from his side as his enlarged member clearly revealed his lust and sexual desire. So why did he stop? She couldn't think of any logical explanation and instead just hoped that he would keep his word and not tell anyone. If the Duke was to find out she failed her first duty on the night of their wedding, she feared to think about the punishment her sister would receive. However, Akio didn't strike her as someone who would lie or run his mouth about the events that transpired between the two of them behind closed doors.

Putting her troubled at mind at ease, telling herself that everything would work out, Azrya eventually managed to fall asleep, drifting into a deep slumber.