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Bride

By: Bride



I frowned. "Of course."

"Good, you'll need to sign your papers before we can go home." He rubbed his hand over my side. "Some things had to be falsified, so just don't say anything. There wasn't an official record of your birth, so I had to have one made. You are eighteen, aren't you? They told me you were on Ceo."

I nodded, wondering why anyone needed an 'official record' of being born. He turned from me and looked at a box with red numbers on the table beside the bed, then turned back to me, turned me on my back and moved above me. He slid his penis inside me slowly, kissed me softly. "We have time for a quickie," he said. I was perplexed, but just nodded. My mind was on the pleasure I was about to receive more than his words anyway. I was dismayed by the rush, that he barely made me climax, came as I did, then pulled out of me and got out of bed. I learned what a quickie was, and at the time, I didn't like it.

I stared at him, confused. "Get up," he said. I obeyed. He led me into the shower. I tried to kiss and caress him as we stood naked under the stream of water, but he said there was no time, directed me to wash myself. I obeyed, but gave him disappointed, reproachful looks. He bade me dry myself when we climbed out, and after he finished he went back into the big room. When I had finished and come out, he was nearly dressed, and had set out clothes for me.

The dress, stockings, panties, and shoes I understood, but there was a many-strapped thing I did not understand. I picked it up, stared at it doubtfully. He saw this and took it from me. "It's a bra," he said, and put it on me. I marveled at it, looked at myself in the mirror wearing it. "Get dressed, hurry, we have to go." he said irritably. I obeyed.

We left the building he called a hotel with all the things we had brought, he gave the key back to the woman behind the desk. Our car was waiting for us. Inside the car was a man who had gray hair and was going bald, and wore glasses. He had a case across his lap, and as my husband took the seat beside him the two greeted each other curtly. I shrunk down in the back seat and stared at the stranger shamelessly. The two of them said many things that confused me, the balding man flashed a light in my face and had me sign many papers, then had me sign a small lighted box. He gave some papers to my husband, assured him we would have no problems. Dorien let him out at one of the buildings made of glass and metal.

We came to a noisy and busy place, the airport. I was terrified. We had to get out, talk to so many people. They took me aside and asked me questions, checked the documents the balding man had given Dorien. I thought we would never get out of there, but hours later, when I was beyond exhausted, we were finally allowed to board our plane. I naively thought it was another kind of car. Dorien had me take two pills, which he said would help me not be afraid. I obeyed, then lay my head on his shoulder and looked out the strange little window on the other side of him until I fell asleep. I did not wake up until we were landing, which was likely a blessing not just for me but for everyone on that flight.

I held tightly to Dorien as we left the plane and walked through the airport, my arms around his waist. He had his arm lightly around my waist, from which I took great comfort. There were more questions to be answered, papers to sign, but it seemed to go faster now I knew what to expect. The only problem I had was that everyone here had the same strange accent as Dorien, and I had to ask them to repeat and explain many things.

After the customs people, as Dorien called them, we were allowed to leave. His mother and uncle we waiting for us. Dorien let me go and embraced them both, kissed his mother's cheeks. I held myself and stared, wondering who they were, and trying not to be jealous of this older woman he was so fond of. He turned to me and held out his hand, which I placed mine in. He pulled me forward.

"Mother, Uncle Tom, I present to you Móirne Callahan." He said to them, and then to me he said, "This is my Mother, Daphne Callahan, and her brother, my uncle, Thomas O'Reilly." I smiled shy at them, pleased to know they were family.

His mother greeted me graciously, his uncle said a curt hello, and they both appraised me. "Dorien, could you not have had her wear something nicer?" His mother said, scorning the lavender dress he'd chosen for me.

"It's nice enough for plane travel, Mother." He replied. "Besides, she's a bit rumpled because she slept the whole way. I gave her dopamine."

His mother sniffed with disapproval and turned. "Come, let's go home, this place is too crowded." We all followed, I hanging my head with shame at her disapproval.

We had another long car ride, in a much larger car called a limousine. The three of them talked of things I didn't understand, so I simply sat clinging to my husband's side, gazing out the window. This city, which was called Chicago, looked exactly like the land of metal and glass my mother had told me of. I was frightened, yes, but not so much as I had thought I would be. I was getting accustomed to shocks.

Dorien and his family lived in an enormous house in Kensington made of gray stone and set far back from the road, shielded by trees and protected by a fence of dire looking iron spears. There was a gate with a guard that let us through. Once inside, Dorien's Mother Daphne took my arm and pulled me away from him. "Let me help you get settled, my dear." She said, not unkindly, but I was reluctant to leave the one person I knew at all. "Come on, girl, my son and brother have things to discuss that wouldn't interest you anyway." Reluctantly, I let her take me away.

As we left, I heard Thomas O'Reilly ask Dorien, "So, how is she?"

"She's a great fuck, but not the sharpest knife in the drawer," Dorien responded lightly, and they both laughed. I looked at Mother Daphne, hoping she could explain what he meant, but she looked very disapproving, so I held my tongue.

"Would you like a room of your own, or do you need to be near him for the magic to work?" She asked me as we ascended stairs to the third floor of the house.

I didn't know the answer, so chewed my lip thoughtfully. "I don't know, Mother Daphne. No one explained to me how it works, for I am the first to leave Ceo in five generations."

She repeated the first part of her question. "Would you like a room of your own?"

Still uncertain, I asked, "What is the custom in America? Do women live apart from the men, like in Ceo?"

She shook her head. "No, husbands and wives share a room, usually- but they usually are not strangers when they wed, either."

I looked at her. "They're not? Women and men know each other here?" It was a novel idea, but not too surprising-in Dublin, at the airport, and as we rode through the streets I had seen women and men both, everywhere. She nodded. I continued, shyly, "Do you think your son and I could become...friends?"

"It is possible," she said, though I could not tell by her tone if she thought it was likely.

"Then I want to stay with him, so that we may know each other." She nodded once, and directed me to a splendid bed chamber with sleek dark wood furnishings and a thick black carpet and drapes, white walls. There were two doors- one I saw lead into a bathing room, the other, as big as a bedchamber itself, appeared to be a closet.

"Here you go, then, Móirne. Don't expect it to always be so tidy, my son tends to just leave things wherever they fall." She said, looking around. I remembered the way he dropped our clothes on the floor of the hotel, and nodded. "We don't have much for you at the moment, because of course we didn't know what size you'd be. Tomorrow, we can go shopping." I nodded again, inferring that she must mean clothes, though I had no idea what shopping was. "Dinner is at eight, I'll let you get settled until then. Feel free to wander around, it is a big house, but you won't get lost." Then she was gone.

I looked around again, then slipped out of my shoes and climbed into the bed. I wondered if Dorien would come. I felt lost without him, and with nothing to do, I thought about home. I wondered what everyone was doing right then, and began to feel badly homesick. I lay on my side and wept.

I was still sobbing when Dorien came in. I sat up quickly, and wiped my eyes. He looked at me quizzically, tossed his jacket into a chair. "What is the matter with you?" he asked.

I thought he sounded irritated to find me weeping, and tried to still my sobs before speaking. "I was missing home, I'm sorry, Dorien."

His expression softened a little. "You don't need to be sorry, Móirne." He came to the side of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and fell in beside me. I loosed his hair, and ran my fingers through it. I had never seen his color, before or since leaving Ceo. On the island, everyone was mist colored like myself, but off the island many colors prevailed, mostly shades of brown or gold. Only he was copper, even his family was different, both of them having rusty brown hair. He looked at me with his solemn, serious eyes, studied me as I studied him. "I'm exhausted." He said, and yawned.

"Would you like me to go elsewhere, so you may sleep?" I asked.

"No, I want you to suck my cock, then I want a nap." He smirked.

I was confused, of course, I hadn't heard his man parts named yet. "You want me to do...what? Suck a cock?" I sat up and looked around. I thought he meant a rooster, and was disgusted.

"Suck my dick, my penis, woman." He paused, staring at me, then he laughed. " Móirne, I mean this." I looked back at him, watched him unfasten his pants and reveal that strange member. It was half flaccid and ugly, a different shade of brown than the rest of him, which I hadn't noticed before.

"You want me to put it in my mouth, and suck on it?" I asked, doubtfully.

"Yes, do it now," I could tell he was getting irritated, so I leaned over and tentatively kissed the smooth rounded head of it. "Open your mouth," he half growled. I obeyed. "Now, pull your lips over your teeth." I did as he said. He took my hair at the back of my head and pushed me down so his penis slid into my mouth and into my throat. I gagged, and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let me. "Suck on it," he ordered. I obeyed, trying not to gag, and failing. He grew fully erect, and slid further into my throat. I tried to object, gagged again, tried to pull away. He wouldn't let me. "Suck it, Móirne," he growled. Tears filling my eyes, I obeyed. Then he pulled my head up, so his penis slid out of my throat, out of my mouth. I gasped for breath and stared at him.

He sat up on his elbows. "You told me you had sex with other women, didn't you ever eat a girl's pussy?" He was agitated, frowning. I stared uncomprehending at him. He pointed between my legs. "There, didn't you put your mouth there?"

I blushed. "Yes," I said softly.

"It's the same concept, Móirne. Just adapt."

"Your...cock...is bigger," I said doubtfully.

He sighed. "Give me your hands." I obeyed. He folded my hands around the shaft of his penis, showed me how to stroke him, firmly and quickly. I did as he bid me, let his hands guide mine, until he came in my hands. He told me to wash up, and I did. When I came back, he had stripped off his pants and shirt, and was already asleep. I slipped my shoes back on and left the room quietly. I was disappointed I had not been able to please him the way he had wanted me too, wondered what I could do to learn how. Having no answer except to try again later, I decided to explore the house.

There were not many rooms on the third floor; I leaned later that the third floor was reserved for family members' use only.

The second floor had guest rooms and entertaining rooms for friends and family, primarily; the first floor had the public rooms for formal entertaining, as well as the dining room, kitchen, library, and such as that. Behind the house was an enclosed swimming pool and gym, and a greenhouse. There was also the garage, where Dorien kept his four cars, his mother's two, and his uncle's fourteen- most of which were for show, not driving. I thought the garage was another house, it was so large with two floors itself.

After seeing all these places my head was very full, wondering at the wealth and excess of my new family. I had no concept of money, it is true, but still I considered them wealthy because of the size of the house and the number of things they owned between the three of them. I had never owned much more than my clothes, and the tools I needed for my daily tasks. I began to wonder what my daily tasks would be here in this home, with so many rooms to keep clean. Wandering back through the house, I found Mother Daphne and Uncle Thomas in the informal dining room, talking over coffee. They invited me to join them, and I gladly accepted.

"How are you settling in, dear?" Mother Daphne asked.

"This house is so big, how do you keep it so clean?" I blurted out.

"We hire people to clean it for us, takes a small army." She laughed. I nodded, and sipped my coffee, which was a bit too bitter. I pulled a face, and Uncle Thomas took it from me, added cream and sugar until it was a milky brown, and handed it back. It tasted much better then, and I thanked him.

"Where is Dorien, sleeping off his jet lag?" Mother Daphne asked lightly.

"Yes," I said hesitantly, not sure what 'jet lag' was. "I'm afraid I displeased him."

They glanced at each other, then Uncle Thomas said, "How did you do that?"

I answered honestly, "I could not pleasure him how he wanted me to." They said nothing more after that.

I finished my coffee and then wandered around for a while longer, eventually returned to the room Dorien and I shared. He was sound asleep still, lying on his side. I slipped out of my shoes and dress, laid the dress on the back of a chair, and climbed into bed with him. I put my arm around him, and stared at the tattoo on his back, and the freckles, until I drifted to sleep too.

When I woke, he was staring at me. I blinked, stifled a yawn, and stretched. He kissed me softly. I kissed him back and ran my fingers through his unruly curls.

"Did you sleep well, my husband?" I asked softly.

"Mhm," he gave me a lingering kiss then, and caressed my body. I held him close to me, glad he wasn't irritated with me still for my earlier failure. He kissed my neck, lifted me up and unfastened my bra, stripped it off me and tossed it. He kissed all over my chest, the mounds of my breasts, eagerly. He licked my aureoles, causing me to shiver and sigh softly with pleasure and anticipation. He took a breast in each hand and massaged in that not too gentle way of his, pinched my nipples between forefinger and thumb; then he pressed his mouth over my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, teasing with his tongue. He sucked hard, noisily, making little slurps and groans. I watched him, fascinated, stroked his hair. He let it out of his mouth slowly and blew his breath across it, making me gasp and shiver all over. My nipple stood erect, swollen and red from his efforts. He teased it with his tongue, then moved to the other, attacking ferociously. I arched my back and writhed beneath him as he sucked, and this time nibbled not quite gently enough, on my tender button of flesh. He pinched the other and rolled it between his fingers, keeping it hard and sensitive. My nethers began to throb with want of his attentions there, too.

As if sensing this, he released my nipple and began kissing my stomach, hooked his fingers in my stockings and pulled them off me. I whimpered with desire, raised my hips, pulled my legs free of stockings and panties. He tossed them aside, took my hips in his hands. He kissed below my navel, ran his tongue to the top of my slit, but then turned aside and nibbled gently on my inner thigh. "No," I cried, and tried to direct him where I needed him, but he refused, instead moving to nibble my other thigh.

I writhed and whimpered, and then suddenly, he parted my nether lips and sucked my clitoris into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. I cried out, held his head to my body, fingers tangled in that glorious copper hair. He sucked and licked until I was ablaze all over, quivering with pleasure, then he licked my entrance, sucked my juices.

He sat up on his knees, took my legs and set them against his shoulders, I felt his hard penis pressing against me. I arched against him, whimpering with desire.

"Tell me what you want," He panted.

"I want you inside me, please, Dorien," I begged.

"Say you want me to fuck you," he rubbed his penis along my nether region, poised to enter me.

I shivered all over, and obeyed. "I want you to fuck me, Dorien, please." He pushed into me, thrusting hard and fiercely. I felt him deeply inside me, forcing me to open for him though he held my legs together, making me stay closed. Each time he thrust in was a shock of pleasure, each time he withdrew a shock of need. I cried out, I screamed his name, I held onto the posts of the headboard, pushing against him as he pushed into me over and over. I remembered what he wanted me to say, and I screamed that too. I came once, twice, and still he continued thrusting into me fiercely. The third time, he shoved into me hard as my body quivered, inside and out, and I felt him quiver, too. I imagined the milky clear liquid that he made on my hands being spent into my body. I wondered if that was his seed, and would I have a baby now.

He pulled out of me and stretched out beside me on his side, facing me. I took his hand and kissed his fingers, his palm, held his hand against my cheek. I turned to him and wrapped my arms about his shoulders, kissed all over his face. "Dorien," I whispered, when I had my breath.

"Yes?" He brushed strands of my hair away from my face and his.

"Am I going to have a baby?" I asked innocently.

He winced at my words, I wondered why. "No, of course not. Sex isn't just about babies. You're not going to have a baby for a long, long time." He sounded so sure, I believed him, and thought nothing more of it.

After a time of silence, reveling in his scent, I asked a new question, having made a connection. "Dorien," I looked at his face. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. "Am I a 'great fuck'?"

His eyes flew open, and he looked guilty, guarded. By that I could tell that I had rightly assumed he and his uncle had been talking about me. "Sure," was all he said.

I thought about the best way to get the answer from him about the rest of what he said. "What did you mean when you said I'm 'not the sharpest knife in the drawer'?" I asked softly.

He laughed. I waited. Eventually he said, "Only that you have much to learn, Móirne. But, apparently, so do I." 

I was satisfied with that, and pleased to be getting mysteries solved. I lay quietly and wondered what to ask him next. "Did you see me in the temple without walls?"

"You remember that? They drugged you pretty hardcore." He sounded a little uneasy.

"I dreamed about you there, I dreamed you...you had sex with me, but I didn't know what was happening at the time. I wasn't scared, not really."

"I guess not, as high as you were on that juice." He yawned. "Didn't you know what would happen during that ritual before you went through with it?"

"No, I only knew I had to fast and wait in the cell." I traced my finger through the copper hair on his chest, then drew lines connecting the largest of his freckles.

"Hm. Well, they said it was necessary to bind us, and after all the trouble of looking up the story, and traveling over there to your island, would have been a shame to just quit at the end." He paused, touched my cheek tenderly. "I didn't want to do it that way, but they said it had to be done right then."