The First Wedding Night

Emotional love/erotic story placed in the 18th century America


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The First Wedding Night



She was lying on the straw bed and waiting for that unknown savage to return to his cottage. Her thoughts were chaotic and confused. Only yesterday Cathy was a noble English girl who had just come from England to meet her fiance in American colonies, and today her life changed abruptly, making her captive of red-skinned savages who wanted to kill her like the rest of her escort at first. However, their leader decided to spare her life and defended her from his warriors. As a price for this help of his, Cathy had to accept his marriage proposal, and despite her enormous fear and disgust she felt for him and his tribe, she found life more pleasing than death... Who knows, maybe one day she will be able to run away from him, and if she died, she could never go back to her family.

Tonight, just two hours ago, Cathy was introduced to the tribe and became a wife of this Dakota war-chief named Running Wolf. After supper and a short celebration, women had escorted Cathy to her new home, right in the cottage of Running Wolf. He did not come with her, giving her time to prepare for his arrival. She did not want to know what it really meant, so she lay in the bed completely dressed, taking off only her ornaments and shoes. Of course she knew what was going to happen after the wedding, and of course she was scared to death from it, and now, lying on the bed, she tried to find a way to avoid that. How could she ever kiss or caress a man whom she met only yesterday, whom she hates and whose people are so wild and savage? On the other hand, if she refused, or tried to refuse him openly, that could cost her a lot. Who knows how he could take that? Maybe that could make him so angry and insulted, to kill her at once? Cathy was waging her possibilities, but none of them seemed good enough to risk her life. Obviously, she would have to give her virginity to a savage red-skinned man, just to save her skin. She didn't like that possibility either, but that was the only one that could save her life at the moment.

After a while, Running Wolf entered the darkness of his cottage, but his eyes of a hunter were accustomed to it. He could clearly see that the woman was already in bed, but moreover, he could also feel her presence in the air. She was not sleeping, he knew, probable too scared and upset, trembling like a branch in the storm. Running Wolf was aware of the fear this woman had, despite her acceptance of the marriage proposal. He knew she accepted it only to save her life, and not because she had some feelings for him, but he also knew that she will love him in time.

In the utmost darkness, he approached the bed and sat on it. She did not move or react, pretending to be asleep, although he could hear her breath, her wild heartbeats as well, that told him that she was awake and horrified from what was to come. Slowly and carefully he placed his hand on her shoulder and gently touched her face.

"Have no fear, woman," he said. "I will not hurt you. I will only show you my love."

That made her trembling even wilder. More than everything, she wanted to remove that hand from herself, to escape from him into the night, but she knew that this would bring her death sentence. Hot tears of helplessness ran down her face right on his palm. Running Wolf took her shoulders then with both his hands and made her sit up. She did not utter a word or even sighed, only cried soundlessly. His hand touched her face again and wiped out one tear from it. Cathy felt disgusted, but she was far too scared from dying, so she did not flinch. His fingers then touched her lips wet from tears, as she heard his voice coming from the darkness.

"Do not cry, my wife. No more tears will you cry beside me."

He kissed her gently, making her turn away her head from him. Running Wolf did not accepted that, so he took her to her chin and turned her face back again to him. His hand was not at all rude, but it was commanding and resolute. Once again, he layed his lips on hers and kissed her full, riped lips slowly, letting his tongue wipe out the tears that fell down on them. He opened her mouth and explored it with his inquisitive tongue, breathing in her hot breath that was holding her unuttered cry. Cathy wanted to scream, but instead, she was numb as if turned to stone. His lips were commanding, but she did not respond to their call. She hoped she had somehow died, although her feeling of disgust and panic were witnessing to her that she is very much alive.

Running Wolf's hand sneakfully dropped lower and touch her breast, scorching her skin underneath the leather dress she was still wearing. Cathy could not bear it any more. "Please, don't!" she whispered, as she cought her breath again. "Please, I beg you!"

The war chief said nothing, but also, he did not remove his hand from her body. With one hand holding her face close to his lips and with the other exploring the secrets of her young, curved body, he continued to kiss her and caress her gently, but still resolutely. Cathy could not move or back off from him, aware that his hands were too strong and decisive not to let her go. Without even her noticing it, his hand slipped down from her head back again to her shoulder, found a clasp that holded her dress firmly to her body, and unhooked it. The soft leather slided down her upper body with thunder, or so she had thought. Instinctively, she used her arms to cover herself from him, but his hand was quicker and already found her breast again.

"No, Running Wolf, please..." she tried once again to beg for mercy, knowing in advance that this would never help, and it really didn't.

Her skin was delicate, soft and despite her own fears and horrors, it responded to his caress. Running Wolf could feel her nipple getting hard under his fingers, and her heart beating wildly deep inside her chest. As he kissed her, he noticed that her breath became very hot and very well controled as well, as if she did not want to show him how excited she was at the moment. Her lips were kissing him, against her own will, not at all numb as she wanted them to be.

The other hand of his started exploring the rich curves of her body, her slim waist, her soft belly and rich, round breasts. More than ever, Cathy wanted to scream and run away, but not from these hands any more, but from herself. She was slowly becoming aware of the fact that she was losing control over her own body, as it started to shiver under these hands, not from disgust any more, no. Running Wolf made her lie down again, as he started to kiss her all over her body, letting his tongue exploring the secret curves of it. Under his lips, her breasts and nipples grew even more alive, and her controled breath became even deeper and harder to control. She wanted to be dead nimb, cold, unaware, but her body was fully awake and never so alive as then. He kissed her and licked the soft skin of her belly as he went even lower, decisive to break her pride and control, to make her crazy, beging for more.



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