Wren of the East *Complete*

Chapter 5: Deflower

The room was cold and untouched by the remnants of sunlight. I tucked my arms into the sleeves of my kimono. The fire behind me roared to life. I turned, and Farrow had added wood to the fire. He began taking off his armor. He placed the pieces on a stand to the side of the fire.

"Do you need help?" I didn't know if removing his armor was a ritual for him or out of necessity.

"You want to help me take off my armor?" He sounded puzzled.

"If you'd like me to."

"Yes."

I moved closer to him as well as closer to the fire. My chill disappeared instantly. Farrow lifted the dou over his head and laid it on the stand. It would have protected my chest and waist, so it was so big. I dipped down and began untying the kusazuri that covered his waist and upper legs. I carefully removed the haidate from his waist and the suneate from his shins. I set them beneath the stand.

I looked up at Farrow, and a heat I was unfamiliar with filled his eyes. The heat on my cheeks told me I was lying to myself. Farrow took my face in his hands and gently led me to stand. He pulled my face towards his, leaned in, and hesitated a moment, then let his body take over control of his mind. Farrow kissed me with a hint of uncertainty, but it changed with each passing second. I held onto the back of his arms to keep myself steady.

Farrow let go of my face and pulled the combs in my hair, freeing it. He reached for the obi securing my kimono at the waist, tugged on it, and the fabric fell away. Farrow carefully removed each layer, unwrapping me as one would a gift. When he reached the nagajuban covering my body, he stopped.

I touched his hands and pressed them to the edges of the robe. "I do recall you saying you'd be seeing my skin again."

He closed his eyes, and a light laugh slipped from his lips. "I did."

Farrow took the edges in his hand and pulled the robe off like he had the layers on top of it. He looked down at my body slowly, and I felt the total weight of that gaze. Farrow stepped closer to my body, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me against his. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another kiss.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me across the room. Farrow set me gently next to the bed. I ran my hand against the fur blanket covering it. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. His chest had several scars that were visible in the dim light.

I ran my fingers over one, and he shuddered. I pressed my chest to his, and he grabbed my waist with one hand and my face with the other. He kissed me rougher than before. Farrow released me from the kiss, reached down, and flung the blankets back. He pushed me down, so my back was on the bed, but my legs dangled from the side.

My brow furrowed, and he noticed. "I want to explore my bride."

I wanted to object, but he didn't give me a chance. Farrow moved and hovered above me. His kiss distracted me and kept me from protesting. Since I was below him, I couldn't push up either. I didn't know what he was about to do; it frightened me. No amount of lessons and demonstrations could prepare you for this. The unexpectedness of it all.

He ran his hand down my side and traced my hip bone to the very core of me. He ran his fingers against my body, and I involuntarily moved my leg so he had more room to move. I could feel him smile against my lips. He continued to slide his fingers over me, and they moved easier with each pass. Then, with no warning, he forced one of his fingers inside of me. I reflexively grabbed the back of his head and shoulder. My sudden movement didn't stop him, and he moved his hand away and pushed it back. After a few moments of this, my body relaxed, and it moved with him.

Farrow lifted away from my body and pulled his hand away from me. I whimpered. He didn't laugh at my plea like I would have expected. Instead, he moved, slid his arms under my body, and carefully laid me in the center of the bed. Then, he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself above me.

Farrow spread my legs apart and took a deep breath. He moved to kneel, undid his pants, and pushed them down his hips, finally exposing himself. I knew that if it had been daylight, Farrow would have seen the blush on my cheeks intensify. Instead, he moved back to where he was and rested on his elbows. Farrow didn't say anything and began kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him, and he wiggled one of his under my back.

As he kissed me, I could feel his member against my stomach, and knowing what was about to happen became a reality. Of course, I wasn't ready, not really. But, it didn't matter if I was ready or not, I was his bride, his prize, and he was about to make me his.

Farrow reached down and guided himself to my opening. I went to ask him to stop, to tell him I wasn't ready, that I needed a moment longer, but it was too late. He pushed himself into my body, and I cried out. I squeezed his body harder than before and buried my face in his neck. He began rolling his hips against mine, and I cried harder.

Instead of kissing me, Farrow pressed his lips to my ear. "I know, I'm sorry. It will be alright, my Empress. I have you."

As Farrow took my virginity, he comforted me. He stroked my hair and held my body. Farrow's movements only faltered once when his body met its release. He gripped me tightly and pressed his head to mine.

Farrow waited for a moment, then moved slowly away from my body. He reached down and pulled one of the fur blankets over our bodies. I didn't want to move; it was one of the first times I had felt vulnerable.

The bed shifted, and Farrow pressed himself gently to my body. "I wish that was easier for you. I know that is one of the most difficult things for women to go through."

I didn't have words, and more tears rolled down my face. I bit my lip as I moved and pressed closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me while I wept. I knew that Farrow was many things at that moment, but heartless wasn't one of them.