New Horizons

When he kissed her hand she smiled and nodded her head against the seat. She did feel good, now that she had bit back the nauseous feeling from her stomach. A normal fairy who had never drank before would have thrown up after the first drink, but the werewolf in her gave her more of a harder resistance. Not to resist three drinks but too resist getting sick only after three drinks. No one would call her completely shitfaced, but she was definitely drunk, the kind that her vision was foggy and her reflexes slow and her brain not thinking right. She would have never taken his hand on her own free will when sober, but she just felt…relaxed. Watching him now she just noticed how handsome he was. The muscles that once intimidated her now made her want to touch them, the fur on his face that had made her make a face she now wanted to feel against her skin and his rough hands that had made her flinch when they touched her she now wanted to be touched with.

She fumbled as she got out of the truck, even with his help her feet buckled and she had to quickly grab at his shirt to not totally loose her footing and fall to her knees. She clung to him and then laughed because she had almost fallen, unlike blushing like she normally would have done. She leaned against him heavily as they went into the house then plopped herself down at one of the stools at the counter before she really did fall over. She made a face and groaned when he mentioned more drinks…she so didn’t want any more drinks, not even water. She wanted no more food or liquid in her system for like, ever. The smell of the beer made her crinkle her nose but she got over it after a few moments.

Her gaze was staring off but it snapped to him when he touched her cheek. She felt a shiver go down her spine and she sighed softly, enjoying the feel of him touching her. She smiled at him as he gazed at her and then she blushed when he called her beautiful and she looked down for a few moments before back up to him. “You are too” She said bashfully before pursuing her lips for a moment. He was her husband…she shouldn’t be shy with her husband. Her mother had told her that she needed to show some boldness, so that he would want her, so that children could be made and his interest kept. She hadn’t been able to do any of that before, but now she had some liquid confidence. She slowly leaned forward and brushed her lips against his then bit her lip lightly “Touch me more”

She thought he was beautiful, perhaps handsome was the better word for what he looked at on the outside but she also saw much of what was inside him. His soul was beautiful, she had kept waiting all this month to see a dark or cruel side of him and she hadn’t seen even a hint of anything of what she had been fearing, traits that her step father held. He was a good man who wanted to make her comfortable and happy and do everything for her when all this time she thought that was impossible and the woman was supposed to be doing all of that for her husband while being miserable herself. The way his eyes roamed over her body made her whole body burn and if it was possible she would have been blushing down to her toes. She didn’t know how to react to a man looking at her like that, because no one ever had so she just turned shy for a few moments.

When he kissed her she gasped softly against his mouth but it only took her a few moments to kiss him back and close her eyes at the glorious feeling of his hands in her hair and her body moving closer to his. Her heart wasn’t just racing, it was thumping around in her chest like a fish on land and if it wasn’t for the fact she was focused on him and sliding her hands up his chest around his neck she probably would have gotten too lightheaded and toppled out of the chair. Her hands touched his hair, feeling it between her fingertips then gently grasping her hands into it. When his hands roamed her body she fidgeted some, simply just not used to being touched. But she enjoyed the feeling and her legs slowly came up some and slid against each side of him as their lips moved against each other. This felt amazing; his lips felt right and his hands felt right and…he stopped.

Her eyes opened and she suddenly felt like she just got dropped off a cliff. She frowned and looked at him worriedly “Did I do something wrong?” She had been so caught up in kissing him she honestly wasn’t sure what she had been doing exactly, her brain was too foggy to focus on that much. Her legs moved away from her and she sat back in the chair. Why shouldn’t he? She didn’t understand, drunk or sober it didn’t make sense to her. He was her husband, he had every right to touch and kiss her, no matter how nervous or anxious it made her feel. “I’m your wife” She whispered and she kissed his neck hesitantly . He was supposed to do things to her; he was supposed to on their wedding night and never had. Why did he think he wasn’t supposed too?

“You are…are to cover your naked body onto mine…and claim me” She blushed again then realized something. Oh wait… “Do you…not know how too?” She had heard of it a few times back in her village from women who got married, their husbands didn’t know how to sexually perform even if their fathers had told them how it works. She didn’t know Andre had been married before or even if he had ever slept with a woman. Maybe he didn’t know how to do it and was embarrassed just like she was? If she had been sober she would have never dared asked a thing, but since she was far from sober…it was a free for all when asking personal questions.

Adella had never “seen” a man before, much less felt a man against her when he was aroused, so when he pushed himself closer against her and she felt the bulge her eyes widened in some surprise and she glanced down. She had to admit, she was curious, but what woman wasn’t curious in some way or another? But she was also scared, usually far more scared when she was thinking clearly but even drunk she still hate that hum of fear under her skin to have him so close. Her hands broke away from being wrapped around his neck and trailed down to press against his chest when he stopped their actions.

She frowned and thought he had to be lying. Of course she had to be doing something wrong, her own husband didn’t want to have sex with her. And quite frankly for the past month she didn’t want to have sex with him either, though lately she had been starting to see him differently. But foremost she was expected to have children; her step father would begin to grow suspicious of their marriage if she didn’t have children in an allotted manner of time. Maybe even though Andre was so sweet and good to her, the fact of the matter could be he didn’t want her that way. Maybe he simply wasn’t attracted to her or didn’t have interest in bedding her; maybe he only ever wanted her company alone.

When he laughed she blushed and glanced away, nodding as she slowly moved her hands away from being pressed against his chest. Marriage meant she was his, yes, but she had been taught consummating the marriage was most important. A husband could leave his wife very easily if he never bedded her, because she in turn could be bartered off to another man. When he cupped her face she looked back to him and she shivered when his tone of voice changed. She took in a sharp breath when he hiked up her dress ever so slightly and she felt her legs tremble “If I stay a virgin…you can give me away” She whispered, confessing her fear for she was terrified of that. He’d get bored trying to be nice to her while not being interested sexually and he’d trade her off to another man with the guarantee he had never touched her. She wanted to stay with Andre, he was a good man and she didn’t want to get stuck with someone who wouldn’t be.

She just didn’t get it…a man couldn’t take advantage of his wife. A wife was too yield to her husband whenever he wanted no matter the circumstance and she felt perfectly fine! Besides well, being lightheaded, and thinking all woozy and not able to sit up straight or walk properly without his help. Her eyes closed again and her head tilted to the side as he trailed his nose against her skin and kissed her, though feeling so confused about what he was saying and what he was doing. As he slowly hiked up her dress she took in a sharp breath and stayed very still, already blushing fiercely at assuming he was going to take off her dress…but then again, he stopped and she was left to opening her eyes and watching him oddly. So was so…confused.

When he picked her up and had her stand she just stood there, wobbling a bit and blinking as he walked away. What was going on? Nothing her mother told her was applying at all to this marriage, what in the world was she supposed to do? She stood there in her confusion for a while before slowly making her way up the stairs, and it was harder than she expected it to be. She then quietly slipped into the bedroom and went to the closet to change. She took off her dress and changed into the jersey nightgowns she loved so much then walked back out to the bedroom, glancing at Andre repeatedly as she went and sat on the bed. She then sat there and fiddled with the ends of her hair, wondering if she was doomed to disgust her husband for the rest of their marriage.

She wasn’t reassured he wouldn’t give her away. She didn’t want to think that about him but, she was still afraid. She had heard it happen in a neighboring village back home. The couple had been married two months before the husband gave her away to another man in a deal for money. He had promised his wife was a virgin and that he never had any interest in her and then that was that…she was given away like a cheap gift no one wanted. Her mother had told her a husband needed to keep his interest peaked, that he saw his wife simply as that and not a lover and if she didn’t keep him on his toes he would stray. She feared maybe Andre already had.

After she sat on the bed she glanced to him for a few minutes when he reassured her once again. She was pouting though but she slowly pushed her hand across the bed to touch one of his “Please don’t…I want to stay” She murmured, not knowing if asking to not be given away was good enough but it didn’t hurt to try. When he pulled her closer she smiled back and kissed him, but she just got confused again. What was he doing? He pulls her close, pushes her away, pulls her close, tells her he can’t, kisses her, pushes her away…she didn’t need liquor in her stomach to give her such a woozy head, he alone was doing that with his actions. She was totally at a loss what she was supposed to do. Support him in the fact he didn’t want too or give in to him?

She stayed still as he kissed her, until he started to kiss her more intensely. A soft sound came from her, a sound she had never made before, but she had never felt like this before. To tell the truth Adella had never been horny in her entire life, but for the first time she felt a hunger deep in the pit of her stomach that unnerved her and a feeling between her legs that made her legs shift unsurely. When normally she froze or tried to discreetly move away when he’d touch her, she found herself melting into his arms as they wrapped around her body. Her own arms went around his neck again and she pressed her delicate body against his strong one, shifting better towards him.

When his hands trailed over her thighs she first giggled a little against his mouth and smiled. It tickled! She was drunk and ticklish and she couldn’t help but keep giggling until her skin got used to being touched there and the giggling tapered off. Once she was able to get over the funny sensation it turned very pleasant and she found herself squirming for a whole different reason. His hands all over her body was foreign to her but she didn’t have to think much about it, her body was naturally responding to his touch. She never realized Andre was so…hard. His body was muscle, everything was muscle it seemed, and she would have never imagined how glorious her body would actually feel being pressed up against it. She assumed it would be painful and uncomfortable but oh, quite the opposite.

She barely even registered he had paused for she was so caught up in the feeling of his mouth at her neck, but she squeaked in surprised when he was suddenly on top of her for she hadn’t been paying attention and started giggling…why was she giggling so much? She was unsure, but for some reason giggling was coming easy to her tonight. The laughter stopped dead however when his hand grazed between her legs, a rush of breath inhaling then exhaling quickly from her mouth. Her heart lodged in her throat, she swore it did, she didn’t think she was breathing for several minutes until finally her lungs forced her to take in a gasping breath. Her hands slid away from around his neck down to grasping his forearms. He had touched between her legs…she was freaking out already from simply that, but her drunkness didn’t really let it show.

When he started messing with her dress she didn’t help much other than lie there. She didn’t know how to help and quite frankly was too fuzzy in her brain to even understand at first what he was doing until he decided to just pull it over her head, then she got the hint loud and clear. She did at least stretch her arms above her head so he could pull it off and she shivered as the cool air touched her bare body, making goose bumps rise on her skin. She gazed up at him then blushed bright red and quickly covered her arms over her chest. She felt so exposed, she had only ever been naked around her mother, end of story. She turned her head away as he began to kiss her skin, so nervous she was sure he could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her being drunk had gotten her this far but she had no idea what she was supposed to do, so she just…lied there.

When he grew playful in response to her giggling she grinned and laughed more, touching his face and kissing him when he stopped to grin at her. She had not been playful at all since she had arrived, she had allowed herself a laugh here and there when he did something funny or cute, but all out silliness like now? Nope, she had yet to go to that step with him…but she also had never gotten drunk and in bed with him either. His playfulness relaxed her and didn’t make her so frightened of the situation they were slowly getting themselves into. She’d kiss his cheek and squeeze her arms around his neck in a hug as they horsed around, but of course playfulness on a bed between a man and a woman could only go so far.

She glanced at him when he said her name, her sad little eyes giving him the puppy dog look, something he was familiar with by now anytime she was nervous or afraid about something. She knew he wasn’t forcing her, but this was all new to her and very alarming, nothing her mother had ever told her could prepare her for actually lying naked underneath a man. When he said she was beautiful she smiled softly but didn’t look convinced, she had always been told she was a ugly mutt bastard and her mother had called her beautiful but that was her mother, she was supposed to say those things. She let him turn her face back to him and shrugged “I….have never…” She pursed her lips and glanced down to herself then up to him, to overwhelmed to say she had never been naked with a man before, though she assumed he had to know already but she felt the need to tell him regardless.

She gripped his hands as their fingers interlaced but she didn’t resist when he took her hands away from covering herself, though her blushing could light up the whole room with how bright she was. If her saw her all like this…what would he think? Living in her village she was always in the background, never noticed, she heard everything anybody said and she sure heard men pick apart women all the time. Their breasts were too small, their hips too wide, their neck too long…she was afraid he’d see her so exposed and think her ugly. “I…am not beautiful…” She murmured, her voice stammering some from her nerves and racing heart “My body is…is not worthy of yours…” He was so muscled and fit and, perfect to her eyes, even after all her first impressions of him. She was petite and weak and pale, nothing like him.

When his chest rested against her she was slightly mortified. She was embarrassed that he could feel her heart beat, and wondered what he was thinking. And she was blushing and goosebumps and fidgeting…what did that all make him think, she wondered. Probably that she was a clueless, clumsy dumb virgin who didn’t know a thing about anything when it came to these…well, things. Whatever these things were called, she didn’t even know this was called foreplay. Foreplay maybe existed between couples who chose to marry each other, but her mother had spoken of no such thing. A man went in, he did what he needed, and rolled over and ignored his wife. But why did she keep expecting these things? Andre never did anything she expected, which left her more afraid and left in the dark.

She nodded when he confirmed she had said she wasn’t beautiful. When he began examining her she thought he was seriously doing it and she froze like a deer in the headlights, letting him examine however he wanted and feared the results he would get. Would her notice her eyes were too big? Her chin too pointy? Her elbows were ugly? Her frame too small? These things swirled madly in her head and the concern on her face grew and grew rapidly. She looked very surprised but she found herself smiling “Really?” She watched him in fascination as he kissed her skin; trying to control her erratic breathing the lower he went. But when he blew on her stomach she squealed loudly and then erupted into a fit of giggles, her legs shifting about and her body wiggling “Andre!” She laughed, a giant grin on her face.

She sobered though and looked at him when he told her she made his heart race, a lingering smile on her lips. Him? This big, powerful man, little ole’ her made his heart race? She gasped when he touched her breasts and gazed into his hungry eyes, feeling a shiver go down her spine and seeing that look she realized maybe she had been wrong, maybe he did really want her. She moaned gently as he began kissing her, one hand slid to his back and gripped his skin while the other sunk into the back of his hair and her body without even needing to think naturally arched up against him.

Gorgeous…now he was saying she was gorgeous and she found herself grinning ear to ear like a silly little girl, but then again, she was very much a little girl at heart. She didn’t know why she had been so afraid about this before. So far it was pretty funny and he was being wonderful. I mean she had laughed in bed with her husband, that couldn’t be bad at all, right? There was tickling and giggles and…well, nothing for her to be nervous for. She got very relaxed very quickly and kept telling herself she had been worrying over nothing! Even when he began kissing her skin down to her stomach she stayed perfectly calm. She loved the feeling of his mouth against her skin and she closed her eyes to fully enjoy the feeling. This was fine…she was fine...everything was….

O-oh…oh, oh wow. Once he got between her legs she gasped loudly and her eyes opened, looking down at him. Sex she had been taught about, what happens between a man and a woman…but her mother had not taught her about this, so she had no idea what he was doing or why he was down there between her legs. But he started rubbing and she gasped again and shifted her legs, at first trying to close them but then stopped herself, uncertain. The feeling was…well, it was really odd. Not unpleasant but…odd, very, very odd. She bit the inside of her lip and kept squirming, not quite certain what or even if she was supposed to be doing anything. For a while it was just a peculiar and bewildering feeling but after some time passed she realized that it felt…good. She made a pleased sound but then pursed her lips and tried to force herself to be quiet. She had to be quiet and demure…she had been told to be that way.

Adella was feeling things that she had never felt and she didn’t know how to handle it. What she felt like doing was leaning her head back against the pillow and erupting all the crazy sounds she knew were stored somewhere in her body, but she kept telling herself that was not proper and she couldn’t do such a thing…she’d be mortified! And he’d probably think she was some bizarre savage creature that had no manners or proper manners. He was being so gentle with her and affectionate, she had no idea that under his loving demeanor was a hungry beast that wanted nothing more than to ravage her. She kept freaking out though at what she was supposed to be doing. Touching him? Kissing him? Lying there like a corpse? What was she supposed to be doing! If she was supposed to be doing anything at all…ok, she just couldn’t concentrate; his hand was oh so distracting.

When he removed her underwear she was like a raggedy Anne doll, limp and let him remove it without a hint of resistance, simply because she was still trying to wrap her head around what he was doing and how it felt. When his finger entered she made a startled sound and shifted her legs about, her hands going to his back and digging in, her lips parted as she started breathing through her mouth heavily, a few breaths here and there stammering out. Her head buried into his neck and she whimpered, though it wasn’t a frightened sound, quite the opposite. A pressure was building in her, a pleasurable kind of feeling that made her legs tremble. What was this sensation? It was just getting worse and worse and she wondered if something was wrong with her. “Andre” She breathed in his ear, trying to tell him something was wrong but she didn’t even know how to describe the feeling. “A-andre…Andre” Her voice got high pitched and then her body shuddered.

For her first orgasm, it was absolutely sensational…and she would have enjoyed it so much more if she didn’t think something terribly wrong had just happened. She moaned against his skin, her eyes widening and she quickly started to panic. She leaned back, confused, her head swarming and her body light yet heavy at the same time “Something happened” She said in alarm, looking around as if the answer might be around there then looked to his face “Something happened, something…something happened I don’t…something happened!”

It had been startling to have an orgasm, her mother had never told her of orgasms, but that was probably because her mother had never had one with her step-father because they never touched each other. She had seen horses a few times mating but, she had never understood all of what happened. When he didn’t look at all as alarmed as she did, she realized she, surprise surprise, was missing something again. She nodded to his question a bit numbly, but still looked a bit lost of what exactly she had liked. It had felt good, wow it had felt good, but what in the world had felt good?! When he told her it was supposed to happen she sucked in a breath “Oh” She breathed, her chest still heaving and her body still trembling from head to toe. She felt a little tingly, but it went away after a few minutes. She bit her lip and giggled when he said he could make it happen again. Maybe the second time wouldn’t be so shocking? “You…enjoy it…when I…do that?” She asked bashfully, looking at him a bit funny like she didn’t understand why he would like that happening to her. Poor clueless little virgin.

She lied there and panted until she was able to breath threw her nose, her hands lazily roaming over his back then down his arm to his chest affectionately and kissed his cheek. But when he started to remove his pants…her heart stopped. This was it she told herself, he was going to finally claim her….suddenly she didn’t feel so relaxed and on air, she felt like a weight was strapped to her entire body and she couldn’t move. She hands started to shake, then her legs until she stopped touching him so he maybe wouldn’t notice she was shaking like a newborn horse trying to talk. She began to try and steal a glance down at his manhood but then quickly told herself that was impolite and made herself look to his face again. It was going to happen…it was going to happen. Oh goodness it was going to happen. She would be a true woman now and a true wife. And she was so scared shitless it was like any alcohol in her system just dried up and left her very aware and very terrified.

When he brushed against her thigh she prematurely freaked out and jumped while making a startled squawk, scooting around under him. When she realized however he hadn’t actually done anything yet she let out a rush of breath and closed her eyes, trying to take in deep breaths through her nose to calm herself down. It couldn’t be bad…it just couldn’t, he had been touching her before and it had felt fine! So this had to be the same, right? Well, yeah, it had too, how could it possibly be any different? She didn’t know about condoms so when he got it and started unwrapping it she frowned and opened her eyes to watch him, sitting up a bit “What is that?” She asked quietly, eyeing whatever was making the soft crinkle sound as he opened it but then realized she got a better view of his manhood and she blushed and quickly lied back flat. “Sorry…” She muttered.

“I’m sorry” She didn’t want to be scared, but this was scary to her. Her mother told her it would hurt and that she would not enjoy sex, but that she just had to lie there and try to focus on good things until her husband was done. Her mother had told her not to whine or cry because that would anger him, she just needed to be strong and deal with whatever discomfort she felt. This was in her head circling around and around, that she was going to be in agonizing pain and be miserable. “I-I am frightened…” She shouldn’t be telling him this! She was going to ruin his pleasure but, she felt comfortable telling him what she was feeling, he seemed to always understand her when she tried her best to communicate. She nodded quickly, she had liked how it felt like, and she kept telling herself it was going to be fine but still she had nerves.

She smiled and giggled “Yes, of course you can” She said sweetly, of course he could look at her all she wanted, she was just so shy in looking at him. When his hand went back between her legs she shivered, her body instantly remembering the feeling and turning into putty. Yes…it had felt good and so she had to believe it would feel good this way too, why did her mother talk so much of pain? So far everything she had been told didn’t apply to Andre so that shouldn’t either. She frowned and shook her head, touching his face gently “I’m not scared of you, no. I promise I’m not” She felt terrible she had made him think she was scared of him, not at all, the act perhaps but not because it was him. She kissed him and stroked his cheek “I’m not scared of you” She whispered again against his mouth.

She took in a deep breath and did her best to relax as he said. It would be fine…it would. He was wonderful and he made her feel glorious so, it would be fine. She put her arms around him and rested them on his back, smiling at him as he touched her hair. She gripped him as he rubbed against her and she closed her eyes, nuzzling his face then buried it into the crook of his neck for comfort. She was fine, absolutely fine, no problem…until he started going in, and then she was not fine. She gasped first, which turned into a loud whimper when then in turn evolved into her crying out in pain. She dug her nails painfully deep into his back and tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She rubbed her face against his skin and whimpered a few more times, her body shaking from head to toe. It hurt! It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, why did it hurt?! It didn’t hurt before! When he pushed back her hair and kissed her she pursed her trembling lips together and nodded with a sniffle. Relax right…she didn’t think she could at the moment.

She had always been ever so fragile, a poke hurt her ten times worse than a normal person and so this was probably the worst pain she had ever felt next to how shifting felt when she had been a child. The tears kept streaming and her body kept shaking and she kept sniffling and having to breathe through her mouth. Well her mother had finally been right about something and it was the one thing Adella wondered why she had to be right about. The pain paralyzed her for quite a few moments but did manage to at least not sob like she really wanted too. It didn’t seem like the pain was going to go away in the freaked out state of mind she was in, but like he promised it did start to dull away and she managed to calm down and stop the waterfall of tears coming down her cheeks. She sniffled a few more times to try and clear her nose then took in a deep breath to try and make her nerves calm.

She didn’t register much as first that he was moving in her. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her hands were shaking and her head was spinning…she just felt strange sensations deep in her abdomen that made her wiggle and shift around under him. She had so many nerves and so much adrenaline she wasn’t really focusing on him or what he was doing, but she managed to close her eyes and take a few deep breaths then opened them again to look up at him. The more he moved the more it felt better and she shifted her legs to bend and press gently against his sides, her hands moving up his arms to grab them. Soon the breaths coming from her mouth turned deeper and soft sounds started to interlace with every breath, gripping his arms tighter and pressing her head back more against the bed. The sounds coming from him enthralled her, she had never heard him make such sounds and she wondered if they were good sounds or bad.