The First Night
The sky-blue negligee she wore was sheer enough to be more embarrassing than being undressed at all, her skin plainly visible beneath it.
It clearly wasn't the kind of garment meant to cling tightly to the body, and yet the loose neckline of the negligee pressed unintentionally against her ample chest all the same. Because of that, the faintly visible pink of her areolae and the shyly protruding peaks of her nipples drew my gaze until—
a thick, clinging lust bloomed up in me, the kind that would trample even the guilt accumulated through our tangled triangle in a single instant.
Lapis gave a small start, too. When she noticed the bulge swelling between the legs of the man sitting silently across from her, she trembled faintly.
The bed creaked.
There was no need for restraint tonight—not on the night we would consummate our marriage—so I rose and slowly approached Lapis where she sat on the bed, already stripped of her trousers.
Then, bending slightly, I gently took her chin in my hand and kissed her with a deep, lingering tangle of tongues. Unlike Aria, Lapis responded with surprising ease, accepting my tongue and answering it with practiced grace.
At the same time, the two hands resting quietly on her knees slid stealthily up along my thigh, took hold of my arousal, and began to move in a steady rhythm. She didn't simply stroke along the length—her fingers also swept tenderly down toward my balls, and a moan spilled out of me before I could help it.
Where on earth had she learned such technique?
"Haa……"
The words I'd saved, carrying the power of the Word for this first night, seemed to have no use beyond spilling sighs and moans—so I pulled my lips from hers, sat up straight, and let myself savor the movement of her hands.
Her slender fingers toyed with my balls while her palm glided along my shaft, and the pleasure of it made my back shudder uncontrollably.
But I didn't stop there. I drew Lapis's face close to mine.
Then, flustered though she looked, she bashfully stuck out her tongue and began licking me from the base upward, her eyes lifting to look up at my face. My arousal, swollen too rigid to grow any harder, thudded against the bridge of her nose and her cheek, smearing them slick with pre-cum—
but Lapis didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
It was, in truth, the very apex of the conquest a male could feel.
Fearing I'd disgrace myself and finish before we'd even begun, I drew my hips back, gripped my throbbing length with its jutting veins, and rubbed it against Lapis's lips.
Before she could even part her white teeth, she pressed a kiss to the crown already dripping with pre-cum.
Perhaps it was because I knew her usual demure image, but the decadence born of that contrast made me swallow hard. I fought down the impulse to thrust my hips forward in one motion and settled comfortably down instead.
Then I took hold of her shoulder straps and pulled the negligee down in a single sweep, kneading the bountiful breasts that sprang free—treasures that could only be called precious beyond price.
"……Do they…… look strange to you?"
With only heated breath settling over the quiet bedroom, was that really all she could manage to break such a long silence?
I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it.
"Not a chance."
Determined to crush such a needless worry at once, I pressed her shoulders and bent her upper body toward me, spread my legs comfortably wide, and carefully nested my arousal between her breasts as it nudged against them.
"Ha……"
I hadn't used my hands to apply any pressure at all, yet the natural pressure of her flesh and the soft friction of her skin felt impossibly good. I clenched my hips tight.
Lapis, who had studied the art of the bed on her own in every way, seemed rather flustered by this particular act. Not knowing what to do with herself until I took her hands and placed them near her chest, she finally pressed her breasts together herself, increasing the pressure as she rocked the soft mounds against me.
The sweat gathering and trickling down between her cleavage, and the pre-cum oozing liberally from my tip, filled the room with a lewd, slippery sound. Whether it embarrassed her or not, Lapis's ears flushed red to the tips as her breathing grew rougher—but the hands holding her breasts together never stopped their devoted service.
Before long, the urge to release surged up at the end of it. I bucked my hips and, without bothering to hold back, spilled my seed without hesitation into the valley of her chest.
My length had been buried between her breasts, hidden from view, but the thick, fishy-scented cum pumped out in pulses slowly welled up between them.
Truly, a satisfying release.
Catching my breath in the aftermath, I slowly withdrew and took her breasts in my hands, gently parting them left and right. The sticky semen pooled within her pale mounds stretched out in long strands like melted cheese, wafting the heavy scent of a male.
Could there be any better proof than this that the woman before me was mine?
"Ah……"
Lapis had reached for a clean cloth to wipe herself with, but realizing I was surveying her current state with satisfaction, she quietly folded her hands back instead.
That untainted purity and demureness, mingled with a lewdness like an innocent's—perhaps that was her particular charm in bed.
I wanted to say something, anything, but a conversation that had already petered out into futility only offered me the sight of my own mouth opening and closing helplessly. So instead I laid Lapis down, pushed up the short hem of her negligee, and—
even though her sheer underwear had already left nothing to the imagination, and I'd long known it was white—
the sight of those panties clinging to her damp, tightly closed sex, faintly outlining the cleft beneath, made me swallow hard.
She had no need to feel shy on our wedding night.
Perhaps sensing my focused gaze, Lapis spread her legs apart of her own accord to make it easier for me to look—a vulgarity she'd taken into herself all on her own.
I didn't bother refusing that consideration, and slowly settled into place between her thighs.
The bed creaked loudly. I laid her slender, parted legs over my thighs and took her hips to press myself flush against her. Even after finishing once, my arousal stood healthy and proud, resting neatly against her belly.
"Ah……"
Was she a little frightened? Lapis flinched and shuddered, sizing up my length where it lay on her stomach as if measuring it against her with her eyes.
"Hhk……!"
But for some reason, the sight of her frightened like that stirred a strange pleasure in me, and breathing out hot, I pushed her panties aside and slowly rubbed myself against the damp flesh folded snugly between those invitingly plump lips.
She was wet enough that there'd be no need for any proper foreplay.
……Though truthfully, the honest answer was that greed had gotten ahead of me—I simply wanted to taste her sooner rather than later.
But even that thought vanished entirely the moment my tip slipped into the narrow, narrow entrance of her virgin channel.
"Ah……! Huk!"
So tight. Was this what it would feel like to force a ring too small for your finger, slicked with oil, onto your hand?
As I worked my way through her, her walls clamped down so firmly I could feel every fold of her inner flesh distinctly—and before long, the sensation of her maidenhood caught against my tip.
When I leaned my upper body forward to press our stomachs together, Lapis immediately threw both arms around my back, her nails digging in despite herself. Sweeping the hair soaked with sweat from her face and looking down at her, I found tears beading at the corners of her eyes.
She was trying her best not to show her pain—a kind of consideration for me, no doubt.
At how endearing that was, I lightly licked away the tears pooled at her eyes, then drove my hips down, pressing hard against her belly where we met.
Our pelvises collided in one motion, and as her inner walls trembled violently as if in spasm, my tip lodged itself before her womb and greedily savored the feel of her.
"Ugh……! Ah, ah……!"
Perhaps the discomfort was worse than she'd expected; Lapis panted like a beast, her breath coming in ragged bursts, while I savored the snug grip of her walls and began to roll my hips.
Every time I slowly ground my tip against the mouth of her womb and pressed, Lapis shuddered from head to toe. Her pitifully raised legs curled her adorable toes tight—then, when I resumed the motion I had paused, she hurriedly wrapped her legs around my waist.
It was an instinctive defense mechanism to somehow slow me down, but I bit lightly at her ear, buried my face in the nape of her neck, and snapped my hips with considerably rougher force.
Each time I pulled halfway out, the difference in temperature between inside and outside was unmistakable. And when I thrust roughly back into that soaked sex, the sound of our joining echoed through the room—vulgar past shame, outright lewd.
Perhaps it was because, unlike Aria, she had that perfect softness of flesh. Every time I bore my weight down and buried myself to the hilt, crushing her beneath me, an incomparable feeling of being consumed welled up inside me.
And the way her whole body trembled each time I pressed against her womb—why was every last movement of hers so maddeningly arousing?
Before I knew it, her legs, which had been clinging to my waist, realized they could no longer control my pace and fell slack in surrender. So I freely reshaped her inner walls to fit my form, carving into her again and again whose woman—and whose female—she now was.
Before long, the urge to release surged up, and I tensed my arms and legs, pulled Lapis tightly against me, and pressed my tip flush against her womb.
"Ugh……! Hhk……!"
In that instant, Lapis clutched my neck hard and bucked her hips, her walls coiling around my length without mercy, wringing me with every fold.
Was her own body, expressing the sensation of climax for the very first time in her life, really so unfamiliar to her?
But far from waiting for her to grow used to it, I ground roughly against the mouth of her womb and, from where I was buried against it, spilled my seed without a moment's hesitation.
"Ah……! Ahh……! Huaa……!"
I could feel the cum that couldn't fit into that narrow opening flooding back at once, and trembling as I tilted my length up against her plugged entrance, trying to force even a little more inside, I shook.
It was a release so long I could barely believe it myself—long enough that I felt a faint, dragging ache in my balls. I could have claimed I'd wet myself by accident and been believed. Unable to endure the lassitude mixing into the powerful aftershocks, I collapsed as I drew out of her.
"……"
What met my eyes then was her pink sex, churned and gaping so violently that it seemed almost improper to call her a virgin only moments ago.
The semen, flowing back mixed with her lewd fluids, gave off the heavy scent of spent passion as it trailed down her perineum and began, slowly, to pool beneath her.
Truly, it had been a release more satisfying than words could describe—so why, looking at that sight, did lust stir in me all over again?
But watching Lapis struggle for breath, I felt a touch of guilt at continuing any further, so I took a clean cloth lying nearby and gently wiped between her legs.
"Mmnh……!"
We'd already joined our bodies—so was being tended to like a small child somehow more embarrassing than all of that?
Watching her hide her face behind both hands, so unlike her, I burst out laughing despite myself, then lay down beside her and wrapped her gently in my arms.
Lapis Viol Asis.
No—from now on, my wife, sharing my very name.
Lapis Viol Bertian.
It was the day that meaning became clear to me at last.