6: Darken Flower

25: a new love begins

I made my way back to my room and opened the door. the sight i saw before me was Odessa, sitting on the bed, without any clothes. Her wedding dress folded neatly on the bed, and her white hair was tied into a high ponytail. 

I closed the door and looked away. "i am so sorry."

"I got undressed on purpose," she said, sounding a bit sad. "is this not what we are expected to do?"

"It is," I said, still looking away. "But I want you to be sure that you are comfortable with this, with me."

"i have had sex before," she told me. "i know you probably wished i was a virgin, and i am sorry that i am not."

"i am not bothered by that." i told her. "as i said, i simply want this to be something i want you to want. i want our relationship to be build on trust and respect."

"i know." she stood from the bed. "that is what i want as well, i really like you Alex, and i want to build this relationship off of friendship."

"we can do that." i nodded.

I turned around, as my new bride strode over towards me almost gracefully, and began struggling to undo the...fancy vest...man corset...thing that Father had managed to help get me stuffed into. 

I don't think I'd ever truly seen such an elegant woman before in my life. Seeing her struggle with the fasteners, and with a slight smile on my face, I took over for her, undoing the hooks, and went to start sliding the rather restricting garment off of me. 

"Please, my King." Odessa said, her voice acting as music to my ears. "Allow me to do this for you." As she removed the...thing off of me, she walked back to the bed, placing it on top of her dress. 

 "Mi Amore, hold on one second." I began to approach her, taking in her beauty. Her silky pale skin helped accentuate her perfect hourglass figure against the darker surroundings of the room. Her perky breasts tipped by her slightly erect nipples, darker against the rest of her skin. 

Her vagina glistened against the light of the roaring fireplace on the wall opposite the bed, topped by nearly invisible peach fuzz that matched her hair perfectly. 

 "Mi Amore?" Odessa gave me this adorable little smile. "I think I like that." She came back towards me, meeting me halfway again. She began undoing the buttons of my shirt, before allowing it to cascade off my frame, and onto the floor. "Yes, my King? Is something wrong?" I took her hands in mine, holding them out before us. 

"Are you certain that this is what you truly want?" I could feel my face getting warm, as she gave me this perfect smile. "Consummation of Marriage is a formality. If you're not ready for this, then we don't have to. We can wait, until we've grown closer." 

 "My King." Odessa slid her hands out of my own, and placed them on my bare chest. Her hands felt warm, warmer than what the fire was able to produce. "I assure you, I am ready for this." 

She slid her hands down my chest, until she gripped onto the belt that held my breeches up. "I want to be able to bond with you, learn about you." She continued, undoing the belt, and the top button of the breeches. "If you should desire it, if you should desire me..." she stopped for a second. "I want to see all of you, feel all of you. I want to be able to bond with you in both an emotional and physical way. So please..." she finished undoing the breeches, and let them hit the floor. As she did, she ended up on her knees, my ever hardening member brushing against her cheek. "Show me what my Elvish King is made of." 

 "If this is truly what you want." I stated, watching, as if instinctively, Odessa began gently licking up my shaft, slowly dragging her soft tongue from the base, all the way to the tip. She very clearly knew what she was doing, and was HIGHLY skilled at it.