by Izzy Slam
“Where are you going, sir?”
He helps me stand then removes my chastity belt before setting it on the table. “To prepare our room of consummation.”
“Room of consummation?”
“For tonight.”
“Oh,” I mutter. It has an intimidating ring to it. But I must have faith that my warrior husband-to-be will make me pleased with whatever he has in store.
Daphne and Ramona are quiet as they lead me to the kitchen for a light breakfast before warming some water over the woodstove. In fact, they don’t speak a word, and I’m too scared to ask them any questions. After a bit of time passes, they take me to the washroom and scrub me from head to toe, using a variety of lotions and soaps to cleanse my body and hair. Using a short stick with a metal blade angled at the tip, they softly shave away the hair under my arms, up my legs, and, surprisingly, work on the thatch of hair between my legs, giving it a neat, triangular shape that reminds me of an old arrowhead.
I can’t stop running my hands over every inch of it, wondering if Calum will like it as well.
After my bath, they work on my long hair, placing different colored beads and tying small braids to hold them in place. They also dab the soft end of a feather in a small bowl then run it along my neck, making me smell like fresh jasmine.
Daphne scampers off with a soft giggle then returns moments later with a dress. She places it on the bed, then nods at me as Ramona sets down a pair of flat white sandals.
I walk over and pick it up the dress as they slip quietly from the room. The bodice scoops down in the front, and all around the bosom are faint pink stitchings in small Xs and Os. When I step into it and pull it up to my shoulders, I’m pleased to see the hem stops just above my knees, showing off my sleek, hairless legs. The moment I slide into my shoes, Ramona and Daphne reappear.
I am then led to the town square, where I see Calum and another man about his age waiting for me upon a platform as dozens of villagers stand in a half circle. I feel as though I’m on display as I walk up several steps to stand by his side. He’s wearing the same thing as this morning, and in his hands is a beaded necklace.
“You look like an angel,” Calum says, dragging his eyes over me in a way that makes me tingle.
“Thank you, sir. Ramona and Daphne worked long and hard to prepare my body for you.”
A rumble comes up his throat as the man next to him speaks. “Good morning, and welcome to Braedon. I am Wyatt Sunder, and today I will be joining you to Calum Blackwell, our head warrior.”
I feel a surge of excitement as he continues.
“That which has been joined shall become one and never be split. No matter what this great earth has in store for the physical, in spirit and soul you two shall remain as one.”
Calum caresses my face as Wyatt begins to speak in another language I don’t understand. His deep eyes tug me in, and I am floating on some sort of wonderful high, forgetting about my past and everything I have lost. I am now owned by a nomadic warrior whom I will gladly serve for the rest of my days.
“The bride shall now take her place in a kneeling position.”
Calum nods at me, and I quickly take my place, slowly kneeling and keeping my head bowed in reverence. He places the beads over my head, and I hadn’t noticed, but there’s a small red stone held inside of a golden bezel. It sparkles in the sun, making me smile.
“Let these beads become a symbol of my ownership of you, Seraphim. And let them serve as evidence of my protection. They shall also serve as representation of the blood that will be shed should any man try to come between us.”
A shiver passes through me at the thought of my warrior killing a man in order to keep me safe. I glance out at the crowd, right as Calum places a hand under my arm and guides me to stand. With a twinkle in his eye, he leans in and kisses me, his lips and tongue hungry as they explored my mouth. The crowd bursts out with cheers as Calum lets his hands slide down to my lower back.
“And now let this kiss serve as the seal of commitment!”
Calum holds my body to his after breaking the kiss, and I am heady with happiness.
“Braedon, I give you Sir Calum and lady Seraphim Blackwell!”
Calum leads me down the stairs and we wiggle our way through the crowd. In the back, I see my sister, Andgelina, standing between two men. She actually smiles at me, tossing up a quick wave. I keep my eyes on her for several long seconds as my husband takes me inside of a building with intricate stonework.
He pulls me into his arms, growling as he presses his lips to mine. I slide my hands up his chest and melt into his kiss.
“What are we doing in here?” I finally ask.
“We are going to sit here while those in our tribe bring us gifts.”
I look behind us and see a wooden table with two grand chairs. And within minutes, people of the town begin to filter in, bringing us gifts of food, sterling silver, and clothes—both for me and a baby, should we become blessed someday.
Calum and I eat a variety of meat, vegetables, and fruit, as well as sweet pastries. And there is plenty to share with the others. We drink wine and we dance as I meet my new fellow tribesmen.
When I ask where Andgelina is, Calum says she hasn’t yet earned the privilege of attending ceremonial celebrations like these, and I can’t help but giggle.
But my giggles come to an abrupt halt when my new husband leads me away from the crowd and into the room of consummation.
There on the floor lies a spread of blankets and pillows, next to which sit two tall candles that have been painted a rich golden hue. Flower petals adorn the satin sheets on top, and I can’t help but wonder what I have done to deserve such treatment.
“I’ve waited a lifetime for a woman such as you,” Calum says, running the backs of his hands down my arms as he kisses my neck.
My nipples prick as he pulls down the straps of my dress. He then walks around the front of me and takes in the sight of my breasts as my dress falls to the floor.
“Such lovely things,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the hard buds. “And you now belong to me.”
“Yes. Forever I will belong to you.”
With an animalistic growl, he pulls me to him and kisses me, letting his hands roam to my rear end. He squeezes my bottom as his erection bumps against my tummy, and I let my hands do a little wandering of their own.
I run my fingers over the length of his cock, noticing a small wet spot on his pants, right where the head of his shaft is, and he seems satisfied as he offers a vocal grunt. He pauses and looks at me, running his gaze over my face, my hair, and then down my body.
“You, my bride, will lie down and let me consume you.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip as the anticipation swirls through me. I make my way to the pile of sheets and blankets sprinkled with red rose petals, and I lay my head on several pillows, noticing the glow of lights from the candles dancing along my legs.
Calum removes his clothing, and my pussy throbs at the sight of him. His erection stands up prominent as he walks to me. I naturally draw up my knees, but he parts them after kneeling in front of me. When his eyes move to where that thick bush of hair used to be, I notice him pull in a deep breath.
“Great god, you look magnificent.”
“You don’t care for body hair?”
He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I stifle a moan. “Body hair belongs on a man, not a woman.”
As his tongue drags along the freshly shaved part of my outer labia, I can feel a pulse of fluid rush out of me. “I think I must have to agree with you.”
With a smile, Calum sits up and lifts my feet into his lap, removing the sandals and caressing the arches of each foot with a soft massage. He then places soft kisses along the bottom of each toe while I watch. Those lips of his make their way up my legs, to my hips, then my lower belly.
And of course, he doesn’t stop there.
I purr and run my fingers through his thick hair as he drags his tongu
e over each breast, flicking the nipples before sucking them gently. And I’m a mess of urgent need when he makes his way between my legs.
Calum teases me the same way he did last night, only this time, he finally parts my lips with his fingers and repeatedly licks my engorged clit. Every time I get close to cumming, he stops and reaches up to pinch my nipples, causing a distraction that stops my orgasm from claiming me.
I start to whimper, begging him to allow me the release I need. He glances up at me and lets out an evil chuckle, but then, as his hands cup my breasts, he pulls my clitoris between his lips and works his tongue in a soft circle over the sensitive tissue, sending the walls of my cunt into cataclysmic contractions.
I thrash my hips, crying out in pleasure as he keeps me in a state of orgasmic bliss. I fist his hair, my whole body humming from pleasure as he presses his palm over my belly and holds me down, forcing me to cum again as he licks my twitching pearl.
It feels as though every muscle in my body is quivering as he mounts me and slides the tip of his cock inside of my opening. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips and he thrusts inside of me, deep and unforgiving as he claims my innocence.
The growls that escape his throat only serve to fuel my lust for him. His thick manhood moves in and out of me, and I find myself groaning as I thrust in time with him, feeling a tight ball forming in my lower belly.
My nails dig into the flesh of his back, making him growl louder as he increases his pace. I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
I close my eyes and buck my hips as his cock pounds into me, over and over, and as my walls begin to contract around his cock, he drives himself further inside of me, exploding his seed into the deepest part of my womb.
Heat erupts throughout my body, like fire coursing through my veins. Warm fluid gushes out of me, a mixture of both our fluids joining as one, just like we have done.
“Mmm,” he growls into my neck. “You feel so much better than I even imagined.”
“As did you, my loving warrior.”
Calum rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. I let my hands caress his chest and savor the way my body feels, and my mind is silent for the first time in a long time.
We sleep for a while, then wake up and make love again, this time with Calum flipping me onto my belly and entering me from behind. The way his hard body grinds against me is pure heaven, and I cum again, my clit rubbing against the sheets below as seed spurts from his cock and into my womb.
We watch the sun set through the small glass window, mountains rising up in the background. “It is going to be hard to leave you when I go to battle the Chuathas.”
My insides twist at the thought of my husband leaving, but I know he must do this. “It’s going to be hard for me, too.”
Calum smooths his hand over my hair and pulls me to his chest. And we enjoy our wedded bliss like this over the next few days.
Then, one evening while I am making stew, Wyatt knock on our door and announces that the Chuathas have surrendered the land that they took.
“You’re certain?” Calum asks.
I wipe my hands on a towel as I walk out to the common room.
“I’m certain,” Wyatt says. “They got word that you were leading the nomadic tribe with the promise of a victory, and they immediately left on horseback, just this morning.”
“Let my men know we will not be going to war.”
Wyatt nods and leaves, and when Calum turns to look at me, the hard lines around his face have nearly vanished.
“It appears I don’t have to leave you now.”
Smiling, I let him pull me into his arms. “I hope you won’t ever have to leave me.”
I adore my nomadic warrior, and I am proud to have a brave man. But he doesn’t need to go to battle to prove his strength.
“Whether there are battles to fight or not, my love for you is here to stay. For always.”
That was good enough for me.
~The End
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