Olivia and I walked to a nearby river to throw away the tattered rags she wore and wash off the dirt that a single wet towel couldn’t handle.
Fortunately, the river’s water was so clean that you could drink from it. I found an area shaded by rocks and erected a privacy barrier.
“Instead of those rags, you can wear my spare clothes until we find a village. They’re too big for you, but pull the drawstrings tight enough and you can make do. First, though, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I gratefully accept your offer of clothing, Lord Chris. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve finished washing.”
My (future) wife seemingly wanted to enter the water alone, but I put my arm around her shoulders and walked with her, helping her strip away her rags. Slaves wear no underwear, so beneath those, she was naked. To put us on an equal footing, I stripped as well.
“Eep! Lord Chris?!”
Dazed by the sudden mutual nudity, Olivia turned beet red as she attempted to cover her breasts and genitals. Ooh! I had a feeling it would be so, but her slender limbs belied a generous bosom. Now that my view of them was unobstructed, I observed that they were not only large, but also shapely.
“What’s wrong? We are to bathe, so of course we must undress, no?”
“Ah, no, I understand. But I am yet unwed, so to bare my naked body before a man, and outdoors at that…”
She’s particularly lovely when embarrassed. Her wavy silver hair, long enough to touch her hips, reflected the sunlight so brilliantly that one could mistake her for a goddess made flesh. I began to doubt we would make it to an inn before desire consumed me.
Once she was stripped, my eyes fixated first on her bosom, but soon they trailed down, following the sweep of her flank, down, tracing the erotic curve from waist to hips. Beautiful and perfectly proportioned… Yes, there was no holding back my lust at this point. I started to caress her somewhat forcefully.
“Eeyah! Ah, aah, L-Lord Chris? Mmph.”
I hugged Olivia and kissed her, leaving her confused at first. Once she calmed down and stopped moving, I moved one hand to her breast and the other to her pussy.
“Mmn!”
She was at a loss for what to do, faced with this unfamiliar sensation. My initial intent had been merely to kiss her and touch her breasts, but it was not enough, not now that my fiancée stood before me in all her glory. As I fondled her, the last, tenuous thread of restraint within my mind snapped.
Still clinging tight to her, I lay back onto a large, flat boulder. I wouldn’t dream of having my wife-to-be lie down on hard rock, of course.
“Oh, I-I mustn’t. It’s shameless to sit atop a man.”
“Who cares? More importantly… Do you know what comes next?”
My erection was harder and more powerful than ever. In our tight embrace, she had surely noticed.
Her face scarlet red, Olivia nodded. Even sheltered royalty received sexual education, it seemed. She moved her hand down from my chest to my erection, and when her fingers wrapped around it, it felt worlds different from touching it myself. Do all girls’ hands feel this good, or is it just Olivia? She guided my penis toward her opening. Eyes shimmering, she looked at me and smiled. Olivia’s face was enchantingly beautiful, but beyond that, it was also flush with desire.
“Lord Chris. Though I have suffered much misfortune, I fortunately remain a virgin. Here and now, I am happy to pledge my purity to you, the man I love.”
Olivia slowly lowered her hips, still gripping my erection. My length slowly burrowed into her. She grimaced in pain, but her cheeks blushed with unmistakable pleasure. Then with one swift motion, she dropped her hips, and I sank into her. As she did, I grabbed her buttocks and thrust upward.
“Ngh! Aaaah!”
The blood of her defloration flowed out. The thought that she was mine to do with as I pleased made my erection all the stronger. However, I had no desire to be wanton with her while she was in pain. We kissed gently as my hands supported her rear. Until the pain dies down, I decided, we ought to stay like this.
“Does it hurt, Olivia? Stay still.”
“Haah… Haah… Don’t worry about me, Lord Chris. Please, use me as you wish.”
Olivia smiled bravely despite the tears in her eyes, and I felt my love for her grow greater still.
“Aaaahn! Mmmngh!”
Our hips remained still, but while I massaged her breasts, we kissed once more—this time, with our tongues.
“Aah! My breasts…”
“Oh no, does it not feel good? If it hurts, I shall stop.”
“No, no. It doesn’t hurt.”
She didn’t seem to object, so I continued to savor the feeling of her two ample fruits, by turns gentle and forceful.
As I played with her breasts, eventually the pain disappeared from Olivia’s face. She seemed to have relaxed, so I attempted to push deeper into her.
“Aaaaaah! Oh noooo!”
The pain must have disappeared, for each little movement wrung entrancing pleasure from us both. It felt so good that my hips wouldn’t stop moving; they couldn’t stop moving.
“Aah! Lord Chris, is this what sex is like?! I’m so glad I offered my virginity to you!”
“I’m glad too, Olivia! I can’t express how joyful I am that I met you!”
Her feminine fluids, I soon realized, had gushed out onto me, slicking my groin. But why should I care? Olivia was to be my bride, so what was a little wetness? Her heavy breathing commanded my attention. Wordlessly I thrust into her, over and over, until my limit grew nigh.
“I’m going to cum! Olivia, I’m going to cum inside you!”
“O-Okay! Please, Lord Chris, impregnate me as proof of our relationship! Plant a child in me, my lord! Haagh! Aaaaaaaah!”
The moment I ejaculated, Olivia arched her back, then collapsed onto my chest and buried her face in it as though she had spent the last of her energy.
“Haah… Haah… Whew. Thank you, Olivia. I love you.”
“I… I love you, too, Lord Chris.”
Still entangled in each other, we shared a heated kiss and a glowing smile. Afterward, needless to say, we cleaned ourselves and immediately went for round two, and when night fell we made camp to sleep upon the
riverbank.