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It was clear he had been waiting a very long time for Weiss. When they had entered his castle, the servants had not made eye contact with her. As far as she knew, they may have been given prior orders to leave them be, because they didn’t interact with James, either.
She didn’t have much time for dwelling on it with his large hand on her back, guiding her up the grand staircase to his chambers. Their chambers. That would still take some getting used to.
“Oh, Weiss, my love, I can hardly believe it is finally our wedding night.”
The excitement in his voice sent a chill down her spine. He opened the door for her, like a gentleman, and let her through- and then, the moment it shut behind him, he was grabbing her by the hips and pushing her towards the kingly bed in the center of the wall.
“Ah, please, wait a moment, sir-”
“James.”
“
James,
I’m still in my dress and heels-”
And he was happy to solve that problem for her, it seemed. Seating her on the edge of the mattress, he lifted her skirt up to her knees and slowly drew his calloused fingertips down her calves. His touch was tender, but his cobalt eyes were dark. Weiss shivered and it was enough to encourage him- not that he had needed it.
“I cannot wait any longer, love, I’ve been waiting for years. I’ve been so good. But now…now you are grown, and you are mine.”
He slid her heels off one at a time, placing them aside before he picked a bare little foot back up in his massive hands. She watched in awe and horror as he brought it to his lips and kissed from her ankle down to her toes. When she thought that he had stopped, he swept his tongue in between them and sucked her big toe into his mouth. It was hot and warm and wet.
Her face burned a shade of red she didn’t think possible.
“J-James!”
A smile twinkled in his eyes, but he released her with a rumbling laugh.
“Come now, Weiss. You used to run barefoot all the time. Are you certain you don’t want me to continue?”
Her cheeks were on fire.
“I…I am certain. The things that you want of me, I’m not ready yet.”
The king rose from the floor with a disappointed expression. She supposed that would make sense; he did say he had been waiting for her for years, and she was making him wait longer. At least he would understand why a girl her age would not yet be prepared for the traditional wedding night consummation.
“Oh, my beautiful love. You don’t have to be ready tonight.”
Thank the gods. She knew that he would understand. Really, if anyone would-
“I’ll take the lead.”
Huh?
Weiss barely had a moment to process what that meant before he grabbed her wrists and tugged them above her head. She was pressed back into the mattress, he was unbuckling his belt, and with uncanny precision, he tied her hands together with the tense leather.
“H-Hey, I didn’t say you could do that,” she protested. Her knees tried to squeeze together to keep him out, but he had already slotted himself between her legs and without the need to hold her down, he was free to let his hands roam.
They started down at her thighs and inched up higher, bringing her dress along with them. Weiss thought, at least, that he was going to remove it from her delicately. That was not the case.
His fingers curled into the fabric and his muscles flexed before he tore the garment from her body. She had opted for a soft cloth bodice, something she was now regretting. With a single swoop, he had reduced her wedding dress to scraps and revealed her body, naked save for the thin white lace clinging to her untouched core.
“Why did you do that?! Do you truly have no manners at all?”
Blue eyes looked at her thin frame hungrily, even as she wiggled and pouted under him. James was unbuttoning his dress shirt, now, showing her his own torso. It was so broad, like a big, hairy barrel. Every inch of him rippled with power, despite how soft his belly looked. Everything was still firm, fit. Sexy. So fucking sexy.
Weiss was realising with shame that she really did find her new husband attractive, and if she were more…prepared, she might be more willing to see and touch his body.
But she wasn’t prepared, and he wasn’t giving her any time.
“I’m excited to teach you who the boss is, little queen.”
James’ voice was filled with mirth, but his hands kept moving, pulling the scraps of dress away from her and onto the floor. He hadn’t touched her panties yet, so she thought he might be waiting to see if she would become more willing, but even Weiss knew that was wishful.
“Isn’t the queen the boss? You wanted me because I’m defiant, I don’t know
what
you expected to get.”
He laughed again, toying with the clasp of his trousers. She thought she heard him say something about how she was every bit as spunky as she used to be, but her head started to feel foggy as his pants dropped. The king wasn’t shy; his boxers came right on down with them, and his cock sprung free. It was a monstrous thing.
Veins pulsed from the base all the way to the bulbous head. Even before it came close to her, Weiss could tell that it was larger than her thigh. Her heart was hammering, now. James stepped closer out of his trousers to kick them away, and it swayed heavily in between his legs. A thick white ooze was dribbling from the piss slit, coating the underside of his shaft.
“Well, my queen? Where has your mouth gone?”
She blinked at him dumbly, flexing her fingers in the makeshift cuff. The girl didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how this was real. Surely it meant that the entire ordeal had been something of a dream. A nightmare, perhaps; this was a nightmare and she would wake up tomorrow for the real ceremony. Her husband would be a different man with a much more appropriately sized penis.
Her newfound hope was dashed as he grabbed her arms and hauled her further up the bed, so that her legs were no longer dangling off the side. He climbed onto it, too, hands trailing down her body with tender murmurs about how soft her skin was. They rested for a moment on her thighs, before he pushed them up and slipped her panties up and off.
“Stop! Hey! I told you that I’m not ready!”
Despite her protest, neither of them missed how a strand of arousal came with the undergarment. Seeing it caused James to groan, his cock jumping at the show.
“I love you, Weiss. I’ve loved you for eight years.”
For her part, she was wordless, chest heaving as she watched him. His voice and his eyes were full of earnestness; he really meant it. He did love her. She could barely remember him, but he loved her.
He loved her so much that he couldn’t wait any longer.
Her legs were placed upon his hips so that he could properly grip his cock and guide the engorged head to her narrow pink slit. It was bigger than her opening, but that didn’t dissuade him. James pressed it against her gently at first, but when barely the tip could slip in, he took a more proactive approach.
Which meant, apparently, holding her hips hard enough to bruise and pulling her up into him so he could buck powerfully into her poor virgin cunt.
Weiss let out a pained cry as he removed his hands from her and used them to instead brace himself on either side of her head. His body was looming above, now, but he didn’t look like a man trying to hurt her.
His expression was twisted in full bliss, and she could feel him throbbing inside of her, even though it couldn’t have been more than an inch past her pussylips. James seemed to be fighting against something in himself, but he won- or maybe lost?- and came upon a decision to start thrusting. She grasped around his chest and at his shoulders, her blunt nails scraping along the firm muscle as he violently pounded her into the mattress. More and more of his fat cock worked its way into her until she felt as though she were splitting open, but he was growling and howling like an animal.
“Hhh, hah, hah! James!”
“Oh, the gods have blessed me! I knew you would be the perfect wife!”
She wanted to ask why he thought that, but he had reached a point inside of her where he was fucking into a particularly sensitive angle, causing her to swiftly dissolve into her own mindless animal sounds. He dipped his head to catch her lips and Weiss sucked his tongue into her mouth, slurping on it like he was the last source of water in an endless desert.
So absorbed in their kiss, she was surprised when the bed felt like it scooted beneath her. James had to part to make a frustrated noise, looking down between their bodies. Her eyes followed; an unholy bulge went all the way from her small mound up to her belly button. He thrust once, twice more, a dizzying feeling settling back into her head at the notion that the bulge could be
him
inside of her. Surely if it was, she would still be feeling pain, but she wasn’t.
Most of it had settled into a dull ache and the sensation that remained was a searing bliss, tickling from the depths of her core. It built and built as he moved, slamming into the barrier he had found. Weiss wasn’t overly concerned about him getting deeper; it was a closed system, as far as she knew. She had read anatomy books before, and the only place to go once you had reached the end of the vaginal canal was the womb- but nothing could get
in
there, things only ever came out, like babies. James didn’t seem to know that, but she wasn’t going to tell him otherwise. What was the point of it, anyway? This was feeling good and she wasn’t going to ruin it. Besides, she couldn’t explain it if she tried, not when the knowledge itself was a whisper at the back of her mind while the rest of her consciousness wondered if this was heaven.
“Gods, you take me so well even though you’re so tight. I need to feel all of you. I need to, sweetheart, I can’t live without your warm embrace.”
What a strange thing to say, she thought.
“What are you- hah, ah! Wh-What are you talking ab- ah- abouut?”
He kissed her again, firm and sweet, his pace slowing as his hands moved back to her. A gentle scratch along her collar, a pinch at her nipple to make her squeal. Rough palms smoothed over her abdomen where he was forming her body to his, causing his fuckmeat to throb within her. As he sat up, she propped herself on her elbows so that she could see better, too. There were still several inches to go- about half of him, if she was to guess- and he had already reached her end.
That must have been why he was getting annoyed. It would be difficult to be too large to fit into your partner, she supposed. Or something like that. Weiss was admittedly struggling to think too deeply about anything.
“I have to get the rest in you, Weiss, my love. Just hold onto me, I will get you through it.”
“Wh-What?”
His grip slid back to her hips and he lifted them again, cradling her up into his massive body. A couple shallow thrusts helped him find the proper angle before he began truly driving into her, this time leveraging his weight against gravity.
“N-No, James, st- ah- AH! Mhhh! Ah! Hah! Nnnhhhh!”
The tight bundle of muscle that had been holding him back posed no true threat now, and he burst through it with a roar, ignoring her pleas. Weiss shrieked as the pain returned, a stab in her hips and her pelvis. He had broken her, he had broken her insides and she would truly never recover from it.
And yet, as he forced in the remaining half of his cock, her mouth was watering and she had to swallow to keep in her own drool. His name was a mantra on her lips, louder and louder as his heavy balls slapped against her plush ass. This new pain that had been forced upon her was just as swiftly turning into an unimagined level of pleasure, coiling and uncoiling in her, setting her nerves alight. It was overstimulating but in the best way she had ever felt.
“Cum for me, beloved,” he begged her, breath hot on her ear. His throbbing was growing out of control and his humping was increasingly sloppy. It didn’t matter to Weiss, though; the moment his pelvis clapped into her and his dick battered the back of her womb, she did as he asked, screaming out his name that was quickly drowned by his lips.
James rumbled with a moan and pressed as deeply into her as he could while he began to tremble, balls tightening with his pulsing cock. She could feel his joy when his ropes of hot thick seed began to fill her, stretching her womb to capacity. Her belly was swelling from it, but it didn’t stop him from slowly grinding his hips, stirring up his baby batter even as he continued to pump more of it into her.
“O-Oh, gods, I…I…mmm…mmhh,” Weiss slurred, her limbs like lead as she sank into the mattress. He reached above her and unfastened the belt after what felt like several minutes, pulling her to his chest as he crawled them both to the top of the bed. As he pulled the covers down and settled underneath of them with her, she nuzzled into his breast and inhaled his scent. It was sweaty, a bit earthy- warm and rich.
She thought that she could get used to it, although she would have to, regardless of what she wanted. For once, that felt alright, because she found that she
did
want it.
“You are so beautiful, Weiss. I knew that you would do well and you still exceeded my expectations. You are perfect, my perfect little wife.”
James pet her hair idly, pressing a tender kiss to her head. Her brain was muddy, but she smiled nonetheless, giving him a light squeeze as she snuggled atop him. He held her just as tight, a content sigh escaping him.
“I love you, precious snowflake.”
She was quiet for a moment, considering what he had said. Weiss believed him; did she feel the same way?
“...I love you too, my king.”