1 comments/ 14820 views/ 10 favorites Bride By: Salubrith My name is Móirne Moalasarlaí ban Callahan, and I was born and raised on a tiny island in the North Sea called Ceo. I am short and small, with coloring that is normal to Ceo but exotic everywhere else. My complexion is fair, my eyes dark green, my hair the pale gray of mist. On Ceo all women live together apart from the men, who are few. Many women may live their entire lives without seeing a man, and none may leave the island. A few of each generation are permitted to go to the men, so that children may be born. Male children are taken away at birth and given to the men to raise. The men of Ceo are important, every one gifted with keen minds and powerful magic. The women are gifted differently, with beauty and the ability to enhance the magical powers of very special men, but only if we remain untainted. Some very special women of Ceo may be taken away from the island to enhance the power of an exceptional outsider. Such a man must be a true prodigy. A girl who is meant for such a destiny is marked at birth, so that she will not be accidentally tainted. The women who can interact with men will tell them about such a child, so the men can search the world for the man chosen to receive the gifts the girl has to give. I was such a girl. My mother had seven daughters, and I was the youngest. While she was pregnant with me, she had dreams of sailing across the sea, which frightened her, since she knew she must never step foot on a boat. She had visions of a place made of towers of metal and glass, which also frightened her, because she knew of no possible place such as this. When I was born, a mark was found on the base of my spine that looked like two stars linked, one pale silver, the other darker. I still bear this mark. My mother told the men about her dreams, and they told her they thought the dreams may be clues about finding the man I was born for. This frightened her, and she always told me I must be brave and strong, for my man would require it from me, that his world would be alien and frightening. I admit, I feared the day my husband was found and I would be Joined with him, and sent away from Ceo to whatever land he lived in. Let me tell you about my husband, briefly, before I begin my story properly. His name is Dorien Frost Callahan, and he is from a land called America, which is across an ocean more vast than I thought the world could hold. He is six feet tall and his body is strong and muscled because he works out and plays sports. His hair is curly and the color of new copper, he wears it slicked back and held in a tight tail at the base of his neck. His eyes are a deep dark brown that is almost black, they usually look faraway, lost in thought. He has a beautiful face which makes him look younger than he is; his skin is darkened by the sun but naturally fair like mine, and he has freckles scattered across his nose and over most of his body. Because he looks so young, he always dresses in expensive and tailored suits of black, dark blue, or gray made by clothing designers that Americans regard highly. He is from a wealthy family and has never wanted for anything in his life. His father died in a plane crash when Dorien was still very young. His mother, Daphne Silvia Callahan, was the one to teach Dorien about magic. She and her brother Thomas Morrison O'Reilly raised Dorien to be a proud, intelligent and ambitious man. His Uncle ran the family business until Dorien was out of college and prepared to take charge, and he has run it ever since. The company is called Aevion, and they make medicines for people all over the world. When the men of Ceo found Dorien, he was reluctant to believe them about me. He consulted his mother and uncle, and researched Ceo in ancient books with only the barest mention of my land. He learned what he could about the magicians in the books, and learned that some of the more powerful ones had a woman like me with them at all times. Then, Dorien agreed to come to Ceo and be Joined with me. My mother told me the time had come the day he arrived in Ceo, but I was not allowed to see him then, for he stayed with the men, and had to be taught his part in the Joining ritual. My part was simply to endure and to submit. I was frightened, I didn't want to leave my home, my mother and sisters, because I knew I could never come back once I had left Ceo. I was also frightened because I had never seen a man, and I didn't know what it would mean to be Joined and to become a wife. None of the women could tell me about my fate, because one like me had not been born in five generations- all anyone could tell me is that I would need to serve and obey my husband, and that if I served him well he would be pleased and become more powerful. They could have told me about sex with a man, but it was not permitted. More than any other woman in Ceo I had to be pure of heart, mind, and spirit. Any small corruption could ruin the Joining and make me useless to my husband. I had to fast in solitude for the full day before the Joining. I hugged my mother, sisters, my aunts and cousins, friends, kissed them all and bade them farewell, for I would never see them again. They wished me well, and we all cried. My mother and the elder women took me to the sacred hot spring, where I stripped and bathed myself thoroughly until my skin was pink and raw. Then they led me to my cell- which was more of a small cave, and shut me inside. It was dark, completely without light. I shivered in the dark, paralyzed with fear. I could not at that time conjure in my mind what would come next, because I had never seen a man, not even a picture. I understood they were human like us women, but I had no idea of how they were different or why. I remembered my mother's dreams of endless water and towers of glass and metal and tried to imagine what it could mean. I cried myself to sleep. I woke when tall robed figures opened my cell. One of them picked me up in its arms. I was frightened, but it spoke strange words in a deep voice, and I relaxed immediately. There were six of them. They took me to a round building with only pillars for walls, one at each hour point of the clock, and an altar in the center. They gave me a glass with something clear in it to drink. I thought it was water, but it smelled like apples and tasted deliciously fruity, yet burned my throat. They made me drink the entire glass, then laid me on my stomach on the altar. I relaxed even more then, and my body seemed distant, like it belonged to some one else. I was aware of them plaiting my hair, rubbing rose-scented oil into my skin, but it was like it was happening to some one else. I noticed their hands, clean and fair but larger than any hands I had ever seen, and I wondered if they were men of Ceo. I couldn't tell, though, because their bodies were covered in the thick gray robes, and their faces were shrouded. I was certain they were not anyone I had met before- but I was too relaxed and sleepy to be afraid anymore. Two of them set to work on my back with needles and inks. They started with my mark, perfecting the shape, then worked the tattoo of the Joining around it and up my spine and into my hairline. I didn't know at the time, of course, but later I was able to see not only my own tattoo, with the help of mirrors, but also my husband's. They are identical, just like our marks: two linked silver stars, one darker than the other. The tattoo sprang up from there as elegant shooting stars that grew into wild rose vines; small stars became silver rosebuds, which bloomed eventually into full silver roses, and at the hairline vanished. Magic was woven into the design, which is how I am able to loan my power to my husband and make him stronger. After the tattooing they rubbed a cream into my back and turned me over. They left me there, and I quickly fell asleep. I woke later, I don't know how much later, because I was being jostled. I looked around, confused, and saw Dorien for the very first time. He was between my legs, jostling me with his whole body. He was naked, and looking at me but not looking at me. I still felt strange, like I was not really a part of what was happening, but I was frightened because he looked so different from anyone I had ever seen. I tried to ask him to stop, but my words came slurred and hushed. I tried to push myself up on my elbows, but he was shaking me too hard and I was too weak. As quick as it began, he stopped. With a whimper, I fell back into slumber. I slept for most of a day. I was not awake at all for the boat ride from Ceo to Ireland, and only woke for moments at a time in the car to Dublin. Dorien laid me across the seat in the back. The first time I woke, I just stared at the back of his head. I don't think he even noticed I had awakened. I was afraid of him, but also curious- he didn't look as strange as I had feared, and yet he was courser than I was used to, bigger, and his clothes were so strange. When I drifted to sleep again, which was not long, I dreamed of his face and form, dressed and undressed, and dreamed of black carriages and small caves that made strange humming noises. The next time I woke, he was looking at me. I stared back and tried to move away from him, only to discover there was not anywhere to go. "Are you awake now?" He asked. His voice was deep and strange, but his tone was gentle. "Where am I?" I squeaked. I tried not to sound afraid, but I could tell he noticed. He looked like he was thinking hard how to answer. I sat up slowly, and looked around. I stared out the window at my feet, and the land passing by so quickly. The landscape looked like Ceo, so that, at least, was not a shock. "This is Ireland. We're going to Dublin, which is a city. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I looked around at him and shrank away, as he was looking at me again. "I understand the words you said except, what is 'Ireland' and 'Dublin'?" He smiled and shook his head. "Ireland is an island, like Ceo but larger, and with many more people. Dublin is the biggest city in Ireland. Is that clearer?" I nodded, and moved cautiously to the window near my feet and looked out. "What is this strange carriage?" He was quiet for a time. "It's a car, not a carriage." He paused, then continued, "Didn't they teach you anything about the world? I thought they knew you were going to leave the island." I shivered and looked at my lap. I was wearing a strange dress made of a light, thin material with impossibly fine weave. It was a pale green with pink roses all over it, and tiny buttons down the chest. I realized it must be something he had brought for me to wear, and was amazed. But I didn't forget his question. I answered softly, "It was forbidden. None of the women of Ceo ever learn of the world outside." He said nothing after that. I stared out the window until I began to feel sleepy again, then I laid my head against the glass and fell asleep sitting. I didn't wake again until we were in Dublin, where the noise and lights made me weep. He told me to stop crying, and I tried, but was not able to. When the car finally stopped, I could tell he was disgusted with me, and I was ashamed and even more afraid. He got out and pulled me out after him. There were buildings of stone like I was used to, but others were of metal and glass, which frightened me. I pressed close to him. "Is this where you live?" I whispered. "No, I live in another country, we'll have to fly there." He put an arm around me and guided me into a building of stone close by. I watched behind us as another man took bags out of the car, then the car pulled away. Other cars were there, too, many cars and many people, both men and women. Inside, he spoke with a woman behind the desk about 'checking in'. She gave him a key and he took me up the stairs to a large room with a bed, and two smaller rooms adjoining it. I shrugged his arm off and went to explore. One room had a bathtub and a sink and a toilet- though they looked different than those on Ceo, I recognized them for what they were. He followed me, and stood at the door. "The women of Ceo did have running water, I hope?" he asked. I nodded. "Of course. Did the men not?" "They did, yes, the men were a part of this century." He went back to the big room. I looked into the other small room. It was harder to recognize, but I eventually concluded it was something like a kitchen, though there was no food to prepare, no utensils, and some of the amenities that were there I did not know the use of. I went back to the big room to explore it, too. There was a small table and two chairs next to a large curtain that took up most of a wall. I peeked behind and saw the wall was made of glass, but looking out and down made me dizzy so I turned away. There was a closet without a door, and other than that, just the large bed, big enough for two. Dorien began talking, but I could not make out what he was saying. He had a strange accent, and he talked too fast. I was frightened he would be angry at me, but then I realized he was not speaking to me. He seemed to be speaking into a slender, shiny black thing he held to his ear. I sat on the bed, hands folded in my lap, and waited. Eventually he closed the little thing with a snap, and looked at me. "We'll have all your papers ready for the redeye." I blinked. "Red-eye?" "Yes, that means we will have to leave before the sun is up." He slipped the shiny thing into an inner pocket of his jacket. I stared at his clothes. He put two fingers under my chin and tilted my face up until I met his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my mouth. It was not an unfamiliar gesture to me, the women of Ceo kissed all the time. He was not so gentle as a woman, however. There was something demanding in the way he kissed. I tried to relax, tried to kiss him back, though I was trembling. He stopped abruptly. "You've kissed before." I was not sure if it was a question or a statement. I licked my lips. "I have, yes. We kiss each other in Ceo." He arched a brow. "You kissed other women?" I nodded, blushing now because I was uncertain if he would be angry. "I don't mean your mother, or sister, or whatever. You kissed other girls?" I nodded again, glanced at him, then looked away. He was quiet a long time. "What else did you do with other girls?" "Everything, we did everything together." I replied quickly, a little confused. "I mean, did you touch them, did they touch you?" He asked, putting excessive meaning into the words. I thought about it a moment, then hesitantly, "I am not sure I understand what you mean." "I mean, did you touch each other's breasts, between the legs, did you kiss each other anywhere besides the mouth?" He explained. I looked into his dark eyes and nodded slowly. He looked intense, and lustful. I'd seen that look before, but on him it was somewhat frightening. He smiled. "Well, I guess you're not as sheltered as I thought." He kissed me again, wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against him. I could feel the difference in our bodies keenly then- he was broader, thicker, powerfully muscled, he felt harder than any woman I had ever embraced. Tentatively I kissed him back. He opened his mouth on mine, slipped his tongue between my teeth and probed my mouth. I touched my tongue to his, then he sucked it into his mouth, I shivered, this time not wholly of fear, and slid my hands across his back. I felt the muscles of his back, different but familiar. He pulled back from me, pulled off his fine jacket and tossed it on the floor, then unbuttoned his shirt and slid out of it, tossed it down as well. I stared at his bare torso. As I said, he was sun-tanned, with freckles splashed all over. He had a slight patch of coppery hair in the center of his chest, and in a line from his navel, which disappeared into his pants. I noticed an ominous bulge in his lap, but did not focus there right away. I looked over his thick arms, saw his forearms also had coppery hair on them, and that he had hair at his armpits, too. The hair repulsed and intrigued me. I looked back into his eyes. He moved close to me again, attacked my mouth with his particularly demanding kiss. I embraced him again, caressed the smooth and thankfully hairless skin of his back. He pushed me backwards with the bulk of his body until I lay prone, with him above me. He kissed my chin, then kissed my neck, the hollow of my throat. I shivered and stroked his soft curly hair in the tail; he moved his hand up my side, ticklishly light, then cupped my breast. His big hand nearly covered the entire mound of my breast. He squeezed not quite gently enough, massaging my breast, then pinched my nipple between his fingers and rolled it between them. I gasped and arched my back; it felt good, even if slightly painful. He sat up and began unbuttoning my dress. I stared at him. When he had it unbuttoned, he stood and pulled me up, stripped the dress off of me in one motion and tossed it aside. I blushed and shivered, feeling overly exposed. He pulled me close, leant down and kissed me fiercely. I slipped my arms around his shoulders, this time boldly pulling his hair free of the tail. He slid his hands down my sides, over my hips; he grabbed my butt and ground his hips against me. I felt something distinctly strange then, the bulge in his pants- something alien and hard. I shivered with fear and anticipation. He reached between my legs and fingered my feminine slit, stroked me, then slid a finger inside me. I was wet and swollen with desire already, for it doesn't take much. The Joining ensures my body is quick to react to my husband's need. I moaned and clung to him, pressed my body against his probing hand. "Get into bed." he told me. I nodded, climbed into the middle of the bed and lay down, watching him. He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and stripped out of them, underpants, shoes and socks in one go. I glimpsed his penis and stared, wide eyed. "What is that?" I asked, fearfully. He climbed into the bed, on hands and knees above me. I stared at his strange anatomy, at the erect snake-like thing between his legs, surrounded by copper hair, at the sack of hairy flesh below. He grabbed my jaw and wrenched my face up. I swallowed hard. He looked lustful, but also annoyed. "That's what makes me a man. Don't stare that way." I closed my eyes as he lay on top of me, moved his legs between mine. I felt him rub that strange thing against me, then he seized my hips and pushed it inside me. I cried out in surprise, but as he moved inside me, my cry turned to a moan of pleasure. He began thrusting fiercely. I grabbed him, pulled my legs around his waist. He thrust harder, forcing cries of pleasure out of me. I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder. He laughed at me. It occurred to me that this must have been what he was doing when he had jostled me before, though it had not felt like much of anything then, and now it was pleasure as I had never known. I trembled all over and called his name, again and again as I climaxed. He sat up and held my hips, pounding into me hard and fast until he groaned, and I felt his penis jerking inside me, filling me with his hot seed. Then he fell beside me, panting. I laid there, limp, sated, and amazed. I felt I could never fear him after that. I was wrong, of course, but for the moment, I simply loved him- or rather, I loved the pleasure he had given me. After I caught my breath, I turned to him and stared. He was beautiful to me then. I reached over to him shyly, stroked his hair, caressed his cheek. He turned to me and pulled me into an embrace, kissed me more gently than he had before. I cuddled next to him, buried my face against his neck. He was slick with sweat and smelled musky, a delicious scent I'd never experienced before. We were both silent a long time. "Can you read and write?" He asked at last. Bride & Best Man Brenda had never met her fiancé's best friend but she had heard lots about him, for the three years she had known Rick, Barry had lived and worked 300 miles away. It was only the day before the wedding that she met the guy whose memory and speech abilities could make or break her wedding day. She was not impressed. Barry was an unshaven long haired yob, that was the most fitting description she could think of. Rick tried to reassure her that all would be well but she wasn't so sure On the wedding morning she was up early, she had hardly slept at all, nerves only played a small part in it she was dreading how Barry would behave during the ceremony and most of all she dreaded the speech he would make. Climbing into the car with her father she was unusually quiet. "Its not too late to change your mind " said her father gently. "Oh no Dad, it isn't that its... oh forget it, its just my nerves " she laughed On her fathers arm she walked down the aisle, there was Rick looking smarter than she had ever seen him and there beside him was Barry, he hadn't even bothered putting his hair in a pony tail, he was still unshaven, presumably he thought it was designer stubble. As she joined Rick at the altar she turned to hand her bouquet to Rachel her best friend and today her chief bridesmaid, Rachel however was not looking at her. She knew the look in Rachel's eye, she had seen it often enough in a dozen bars on a Friday girls night out, she looked again at Barry hmmmmmmmm yes she could see Rachel's logic, while he was totally inappropriate for a best man he had that dangerous look about him, the look that tells a girl she is in for the wildest hottest sex she could imagine. Quickly she turned her attention to the matter in hand. She had to admit despite his appearance Barry conducted himself impeccably as Best Man, the ring was there on cue, he ensured there was a lift for everyone who didn't qualify to ride in the limousines, at the reception his speech was a perfect length without any of the filthy jokes she had imagined and he had even thought far enough ahead to present each of the bridesmaids with a locket and chain, even her three year old niece. Later at the evening disco he helped the DJ in with his gear and made a beeline to her grandmother to get her up for a dance early on, how you can misjudge someone she thought, she felt a little sorry for Rachel though, he was clearly uninterested in her, indeed he was so involved in being the perfect best man he didn't seem interested in any of the girls of his age although he joined the little ones when they danced to The Birdy Song and he took care to dance with each of the aunts on both sides of the family. So busy was Brenda observing this astonishing guy in the tramps body that she didn't notice how much Rick was drinking, not that is until near the end of the night when he fell asleep on her shoulder. She looked around anxiously, thank goodness most of the guests had goner, the DJ was just winding things down and Barry was paying him. Barry that's it, he would help. She managed to signal him with her eyes. it was amazing how quickly he took the full scenario in. He rushed over and in seconds had him away from the main room and in a cubicle in the hotel reception used for private telephone calls. As Brenda joined them he had a mobile phone in his hand,"OK Brenda, where do you need a taxi to?" "Nowhere, we're booked in here but I can't get him to the room in this state " "No problem, go and press for the lift, I'll bring him over as soon as it arrives, no need for anyone to see him " Minutes later Barry was carrying his friend and laying him on the bridal bed, then he collapsed in a chair across the room " The first thing YOU need to do is put him on a diet " he laughed. "Thank you Barry " said Brenda " I really mean it, you have been fantastic all day and I have no idea what I would have done tonight if you hadn't been here ". She sat across one leg and moved to kiss him on the cheek. As she did so Barry turned her face towards her and instantly their mouths met, her lips parted in sweet surrender as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth. She knew he was unzipping her dress, she knew her naked breasts were exposed to the air, she knew her nipples were rigid but there was no way she wanted to break the embrace. She reached across and unzipped his trousers and guided his cock out of the opening, beneath her cool fingers it felt to be on fire and rapidly became a pillar of heat beneath her stroking fingers. He had pulled the skirt of her wedding gown high, his own hands were discovering the secrets intended for Ricks eyes and hands, the white lace topped stockings and suspenders, the tiny white thong which cut between her pussy lips. It didn't matter that Rick was lying comatose barely 3 yards away, she had to have the wild dangerous sex which Rachel had dreamt of all day and she was going to have it. She didn't resist as her thong was pulled down her thighs, she wasn't even sure if she removed it or Rick, she did know however that she stood away from him and lifting her wedding dress high bent forward offering her open hot soaking pussy for his cock to penetrate. He obliged more than willingly, thudding deep and hard inside her sending a fizzing sensation through her body, After just ten minutes she could take no more and again she pulled away from him turning and falling to her knees and greedily taking him into her mouth, she had never swallowed a guys spunk before but she was more than willing to take it tonight as she eagerly sucked him her fingernails alternating between caressing and grazing his balls. Still he did not come and this time HE pulled away, sinking back into the seat he guided her over him and gently sat her down his prick aimed for her anus, his stroking fingers soon relaxed her and she felt herself opening and accepting and finally welcoming his full girth and length deep where no man had gone before. She was in a forgiving mood the next morning as Rick finally awoke from an erotic dream to find his new wife's mouth deep over his shaft but was shocked that she would not let go until he had gushed his spunk deep into the back of her mouth. Bride & Bridesmaid Penny was wide awake at six o clock on the day of her wedding. The wedding wasn't until 2 pm but there was so much to do, her friend Claire, a hairdresser was due at 7 to do her hair and make up and that of Holly her best friend and chief bridesmaid who was staying with her. Penny wanted to look as close to Cinderella as possible and by 10-30 her head was a mass of blonde ringlets cascading down over her shoulders. "What shall we do now?"asked Holly, "We have ages to wait till your Dad and the cars are due " "I know, I don't know about you but I'm going to try on the dress" "Again " moaned her friend despairingly "You tried it on 3 times last night " "Yes but this is a treat for Peter, I want you to video me getting dressed for him, so I can show him the tape tonight at our hotel. After all he isn't allowed to see the live show so I thought he could watch that first and then watch me live removing it all for him." "OK then I wouldn't want to spoil your first night, its always amazed me that it really WILL be your first night, I'm amazed Peter hasn't just held you down by now" "He wants it this way as much as me, anyway there are plenty of other ways of having fun together " "Come on then where are we going to film this " "In my bedroom, I want him to see me as though I have just woken up, in the shower, everything" 5 minutes later Holly was standing at the elaborate tripod with the camera aimed at an apparently sleeping Penny. The alarm went off and slowly Penny opened her eyes, reached an arm out from beneath the bedclothes and switched it off before sitting up still stretching and yawning as the quilt feel away exposing her firm naked breasts. She thrust the quilt away and stood up wearing only a tiny thong and made her way from the bedroom to the bathroom where she switched on the shower and with her back to the camera slipped the thong over her hips. She stepped naked into the shower and slipped the nearly clear curtain closed behind her. Holly kept filming the obviously naked female form behind the curtain which distorted the image so that while it produced a highly erotic vision it didn't quite make her body crystal clear on the lens. After a few minutes the shower stopped and Penny's hand reached out for the large fluffy bath towel which hung nearby before stepping out with the towel wrapped around her above her breasts, she had been careful not to wet her hair. Moving back to the bedroom Holly followed her every move and repositioned the camera on the tripod, this time locking the record button and contenting herself with adjusting the focus and angle when necessary. With her back to the camera Penny let the bath towel fall to the floor as she reached into her drawer at an angle to the camera and extracted the brand new white silk thong she was to wear that day, next she laid over her breasts the matching silk uplift bra before selecting the matching garter belt and slipping the straps beneath the thong. She removed a thin cellophane pack from the drawer, this contained the silk stockings she had had to buy by mail order but which she was determined to treat herself to. Sitting on the bed she slipped them over her shapely legs and hooked each one to the suspender clips. Next she walked to a strange shape lying on the floor, in keeping with her dream of being Cinderella for the day her wedding dress was a voluminous affair and she had selected a crinoline to wear beneath it to give it a flared look. Stepping inside the hoop she bent and lifted it to her waist where it clipped into place, between the hoops was a layer of sheer nylon designed to maintain the line of the dress itself. Just as she hooked the waistband together she felt a suspender clip work loose on her top thigh. "Oh no " she said. "What's wrong" asked Holly stepping back from the tripod "My suspender has come undone and I cant get to it with this on " " Can I help or does it matter, this is only a film we are making your not actually getting married yet. "It matters to me, I want to feel right." "OK Ill crawl underneath and hook it up for you" Holly knelt in front of her and raised the lower tier of the crinoline. Kneeling in front of her friend Holly felt decidedly odd, there in front of her eyes was the thin layer of silk concealing her friends pussy, the heat seemed to emanate from it. Holly had never before felt any inkling of bisexuality but now she ached to touch that tiny triangle of material. Shaking her head firmly she concentrated on the job in hand. Suddenly a disembodied voice spoke, "Holly I think the strap needs adjusting too could you slip it as far as it will go make it tight like the other" Inwardly Holly moaned, this meant sliding her fingers across her friends smooth skin just millimetres away from the tiny fabric which fascinated her so. gently she laid the little finger of her left hand on the material as she carried out the adjustment, There was no doubt at all now the heat was nearly burning her finger, She felt Penny tremble a little. "Touch me " Was it in her mind or had Penny actually spoken those words, Holly froze and then came more "Please " it was louder and more urgent now, cautiously Penny allowed her finger to graze over the material which was now quivering as her friend shook with anticipation Penny's body seemed to push against Holly's finger. Holly took a desperate chance, if she was wrong then she knew it would be the end of their friendship, but if she was right, oh if only she was right, her finger slipped beneath the material onto the damp folds of her friends virgin pussy "Yes " there could be no doubt, that was Penny's voice urging her on A hand caught the back of her head holding it against Penny's groin as Penny herself fell back on the bed her thighs parting wide, a definite invitation for Holly's willing tongue Much, much later they finished the photo shoot with a flushed Penny slipping on the wedding dress almost seconds before the car arrived. There is a postscript to the story. That night as Peter lay watching the video with Penny’s lips around his stiff cock as he watched she heard the words "Oh no," followed by Holly's "What's wrong?" Peter suddenly became even harder as Penny realised that Holly hadn’t stopped the camera. Bride of A Demon *This is my first story so don't hesitate to tell me what I'm.doing wrong and what I'm doing right. Please comment and tell me if I'm doing well.* -All characters are 18+- "Jesus christ, please tell me you didn't get caught." Coach Ether sighed out rubbing his forehead with the fingers. My silence seemed to have answered the question to him. "Channing, you need to do better. Take responsibility in your actions boy!" He rambled on. "Well.....I mean come on. Have you seen Ryan Mrocosky's ass? Trust me, she has a nice one!" I try lightening up his mood but he scowled again. "I don't speak of such about students here and you know that," "Come on coach, its just you and me here. Go ahead. Say whatever, like how hot do you think Samantha Greenwood is?" "Stop trying to change the subject Jones." He warned me. "I swear if I get another one of these....." He trailed off picking the pink lace thong off his desk with a pair of scissors. "In the locker room with a number attached to it, you're going on captain probation. Are we clear?" My shoulder slumped. "Yes sir," "Kay. Now here, take the thong and go." ********* After the little talk with my coach, I strolled to my 3rd block: Mrs. Ether. She's really hot but she's a bitch......and she's my aunt. I arrive late and she glared at me. Her red lips from lipstick curve into a growl. The lips actually looks good with her dark chocolate skin. "You're late." "I know," "Do you have a pass?" "Nope," I say popping the 'p'. She looks me up and down for a quick second before speaking in an almost disgusted tone. "Why not?" I simply shrug. "Because I don't have one." I sit down in my usual seat in the back of the classroom and chill. "Channing. I'm still waiting on that pass," Mrs. Ether growls at me. I give her a 'so what?' face. "I. Do Not. Have. One. Understand?" "I'll have to mark you absent if I don't get one in the next 30 seconds Jones." She warns me. As if I cared. "Well that'll be stupid because I'm obviously not absent. I am present you see?" Her face gets red with I'm guessing anger which obviously states she's trying not to explode. "Jones. I will ask one more time. Where is the pass?" "I don't have one Mrs. Ether. Do you want me to walk all the way down to the gym and get one from coach?" "If that's what it takes then yes," she says smugly. 'You have got to be fucking kidding me' "Okay, okay." I groan getting up and walking out of the classroom, down 12th grade, down the stairs, through 11th grade, down stairs, across 10th, down the stairs, bathroom break........down 9th grade, through the main hall, through the cafeteria and across the gym to the little office in the corner where coach sat there on his computer. "Coach I need a pass," I say slightly out of breath. He doesn't look at me but I see his eyebrow raise. "Why?" "Because your wife made me come all the way back down here to get one." "Oh damn," he chuckles as he picked a sticky note from his desk and writing it. "That is why I love her," "Never thought you'd be into black women," I grumble. "What makes you think that?" "You're almost as country as they come with cho white ass," I snatch the pass from him and turn on my heel. "Thanks coach!" When I finally make it back to Mrs. Ether, I shove the pink pass in her face and smirk "Here you go Mrs. Ether, a pass for you," She smirks back and takes it from me. "Thank dear, now go sit down, you missed a lot." **************** "Hey Channing wait up!" A hand grabs my shoulder and I slightly turn my head to see Hunter right there. "Hey man what's up?" I ask. He's a good looking guy but opposite of me. Like I have a broad jaw and he has a skinny thin one, I have a......normal nose and he has one that reminds of Kevin Bacon. He has blue eyes, I have green, he has blonde hair, I have jet black. I'm pretty tan (thanks to my mother being of Egyptian descent) but I wouldn't say he's pale.....but he's not tan.....he's just a white boy...lol. "Nothing much bro. I've been doing homework all week so I could go to the party on Friday. You coming?" He asks. "Oooo umm.....my great grandmother is visiting on Friday and I may not be able to come. I'll ask my dad though," "Oh, I could've sworn your great grandmother was dead," I sigh shaking my head. "Nope, she's still going. She's turning 101 on Friday so yeah," "Well I hope you can come Channing. How's Rebekah?" My sister who's currently in the hospital for a broken arm. "She's doing good, better I guess. She comes home tomorrow but I'm sure she'll be okay. It's not like she-oww!" "Dang you okay?" I know he wasn't talking to me because he sounded far away. "Yeah I'm fine," a male voice says. Damn, no one wins in a head butt. The person I clunked heads with was like I guessed, a boy who stand a little taller than my 5'11. Probably 6'0 or something. He has long hair, long for a boy which goes passed his shoulder and is black. Eyes are dark brown, almost black, dressed in a black what the fuck? "Sorry for that, I wasn't paying attention-" "Obviously, you bastard," "Channing, Jesus." "No he needs to watch where he's going." "I said I was sorry-" "I know what you said I'm not stupid," Hunter cuts in again. "Channing! Say you're sorry!" He whisper/yells at me. I laugh bitterly. "Ha ha if you think I'm apologizing for his fault, you're waiting for hell to freeze over," and with that, I walk straight passed them giving that gothic freak a rough bump with my shoulders almost knowing his skinny ass over. I hear Hunter apologizing to him. "Sorry, he can be a real jerk sometimes." I snort at that. I'm not a damn jerk, although I have tendency of speaking my mind does not mean I'm mean to people. I stop my stroll for Hunter to catch up to me. "That was rude of you CoHenson," Hunter stated after a while of silence. I almost rolled my eyes at him I was so annoyed. "Yeah I've heard," I grumble. We decide on just chilling at my place and watch some tv together on the couch. ********Juliane********* "He's a hottie isn't he?" My twin brother Dakotah asked with a sly smirk on his red lips. I scowl at him deeply making him flinch but he kept that smirk on his face. "I really don't have time for this Dakotah. We're going home, now." I grab his arm in a tight grip and half dragged him down the sidewalk. "H-hey! Get off me!" He whined. "I can take-" he manages to snatch his arm from my grip. "Care of myself," "No, ya can't. If you could I wouldn't be dragging you now would I brother? You're too careless about everything and I always have to be there when you slip up," I snarled at him. "Because that's what brothers do for each other-" "Not when its every damn day," he stood there, nostrils flared, red tinted face, angry look for a couple seconds then I felt something push on my forehead lightly. With ease, I use my force to reverse it. "Don't use that on me! You have a very rare gift and I don't want you wasting just because you're angry at me." He snorts. "Then when can I use it?" "Never," I replied using my mind to thump him in the head. We resume to walk side by side. "Oww. Please Juliane! I have no test dummy to....test it on. I need someone," he purred running a finger down my chest. I slap it away. "Get your hand off me," I growl. He pouts. "Seduction never works on you!" "You'd be the one to think it would," I mumble to myself. Actually, the more I think of it, if I let Dakotah at least practice his powers and see how it is, maybe he'll not try to do it 'secretly'. But what if he masters his powers? Will he use it for good? No, you can't possibly use his power for good. Why not just let him see what its about then we'll go from there. A little risky though. "Look, if I promise you that you can practice your powers on me, do you promise to stay out of trouble?" "Y-" "That includes: strip clubs, prostitutes, pimps, no biting people, no sex with strangers and no giving blowjob for money," He looked at me as if I had three heads. "WHAT?! All that? That's how I get off," "We both have slaves at home for that, or did you kill yours?" "No, he's not dead. I gave him a break." "From what?" "My dick brother, my dick. And, I promise to stay out of trouble. EEK! I'm so excited!" ************** "Okay you ready?" I say. He nods looking slightly nervous. "Alright, try to imagine what you want me to see. Umm think of something," He thought it through for a couple seconds. "Alright I got it," "Not gonna share?" "It's a surprise," I shrug, 'fair enough'. Dakotah closes his eyes, hiding his grass green orbs which is really weird with his crimson red hair. I stood there waiting there patiently for it to happen. 'Do you even know when a hallucination begins?' "Brother," I turn my head to the voice which was at th far end of our living to the back door. There stood Dakotah in the clothes he was born in. "Dakotah, put some clothes on. Why aren't you over- ohh this is the hallucination," he whined to himself before making his way over to me, swaying his hips more than usual, his cock flapping between his thighs. "Brother, you're so big. Can you use that on me?" He purred. I grimace at him. 'This is my surprise?' "Brother, let me take care of you." He dropped to his knees, his face coming leveled with my cock which was just hanging there chillin'. He takes it in his small hand, it can't wrap all the way around it. He looks it up and down, examining it. He moans to himself just looking at it. 'I never thought dicks were attractive. I might've missed a memo' "You're doing good with your powers Dakotah, but there's chance of getting that thing hard," "You don't know. I have no gag reflex," he smirks licking the head of it. It doesn't even phase me. "Although that sound rather appealing, it may look better with someone who's not my brother." I say. With that, everything goes black for a second then my regular living room and me and Dakotah are fully clothed. Without a single word, he storms out of the kitchen to the stairs and up to, I'm guess, his room. 'Why does he want me so bad?' "Dakotah!" I call to him walking up the stairs to his room. The door is shut. I knock on it twice. "Go away!" **********Dakotah********* I sat there as red tears leaked out my eyes and down my cheeks onto the bed. Oh goodness. Why won't he like he me back? Am I ugly? 'Am I?!' I dash to my mirror on my closet and examine myself. I scoff at myself, 'I'm not ugly!' Then why doesn't he? "Although that sounds rather appealing, it may look better with someone who's not my brother." His words echo through my head. It's because I'm his brother. "Dakotah!" His sweet, sexy voice sounds through my door. "Go away!" I shout but everyone knows he can walk through walls. So zoop! He enters inside my room. "What's wrong?" "As if you don't know!" I hiss at him before turning to my bed and plopping on it. He sighs to himself and make his way to my bed, slowly crawling to me. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why, do you want me so fucking bad? It's like everyday you're trying to get me in some way," I refuse to answer his question if by all means I have to confess my love for him, its not happening. "You gonna answer?" He pushes. I simply shake my head no. "Well I tried. See ya Dakotah," he leaves my bedroom and leaves me once again in my own sadness. *Yeah it ended pretty awkwardly I know.* Bride I nodded. "The men keep the secrets and the mysteries safe, they are wise. I'm glad you didn't decide to quit- I don't know what I would have done, if you didn't want me." He seemed surprised. "What do you mean?" "The birthmark, my mother knew when I was born what I was meant for, so all my life I knew the men were looking for you so you could take me away." I swallowed hard, "It would have been horrible if you didn't want to...I always assumed that like me, you wouldn't have a choice. I was wrong, but I'm glad you decided you wanted me." He said nothing, seemed to not know what to say. He just hugged me close, and I clung to him. Another thought occurred to me. "You had the birthmark too, didn't anyone know what it meant?" "Nope, no idea, except that it was probably something magical. Mother and I had to look through some obscure old manuscripts and read between the lines to see the influence of Ceo, the legend about girls like you. I didn't even believe it at first." He kissed my ear, and I shivered. "You are older than me," I stated more than asked. I knew he was, but yet he didn't look much older. Perhaps I was poor at judging the ages of men, as I had only seen a few of them in a short time in my life, but I didn't think that was it. "Quite a bit older, Móirne." He said. I looked into his beautiful, freckled face, and tried to guess. He waited, watching my expression. "Well?" "How much older?" I asked, giving up any attempt to come up with a figure. He smirked. "I just turned thirty. It's the freckles, the hair, the baby face. Everyone always assumes I'm much younger because of it." I stared at him, eyes wide. Thirty! Older than my eldest sister. If he were merely three years older, on Ceo he could have a child my age, if he had been fertile young, when untried boys were let to couple with untried girls who had been chosen to produce the next generation. My sister had her first child at sixteen, nine months after the first time she was allowed to see a man, a boy her own age. "Hey, don't look at me like that, woman. I can still wear you out," he growled playfully, and tickled my ribs. I laughed and tried to squirm away from him, but he held me fast. His tickles turned to caresses, and he kissed my body eagerly. He sat up, pushed aside the pillows and sat with his back to the headboard, pulled me into his lap straddling him. He kissed my breasts, which were conveniently in his face. I held to the headboard with one hand, held him to my breast with the other, as he teased my nipple with his tongue. He slid his hands down my back, grasped my butt and opened me from behind. He raised me up and slid me onto his waiting penis. I gasped, wriggled on him, grinding my pelvis to his and crying out my pleasure. He took my hips in his hands, showed me how to ride his penis, all the while kissing my breasts as they bounced in his face. I held the headboard with both hands and arched, shoving my breasts at him, threw my head back and screamed to the sky. I rode him until I could barely move, until he was flaccid inside me, then I hung there limply, panting. He smirked at me. I kissed him weakly, and fell over, stretching and reveling in the way my body felt, relaxed and sated, overstimulated and sore at once. He lay beside me, took my hand in his, we looked at each other silently. We lay like that until there came a loud repetitive tune. Dorien fetched his slim shiny thing and spoke into it, then turned to me. "Dinner is ready." They caught up over dinner, the three of them, and I learned something of the men of Ceo and Dorien's time with them. I listened quietly, except when a question was directed to me, which was not often. I liked listening to them, their strange accents. The men of Ceo live much like people in Ireland do, according to Dorien. I took that to mean more familiar to his way of life than mine. He said they even had men and women from Ireland living among them, but he must have been mistaken. After dinner, Dorien and his uncle took me to the gym and taught me to play basketball and tennis. I was not very good at either game, but I learned the rules quickly and had fun. Uncle Thomas and I were teamed against Dorien in the first few games of basketball, who won the first few games anyway, but then we beat him, and I learned my husband does not like to loose. That was when we switched to tennis, though one person had to sit out each game. When the games were done, I had a shower with Dorien, and this time he did not rebuff my advances. I slid my fingers through his hair and kissed him softly as the water rained over us. I gently shampooed and conditioned his hair, washed his body as he washed mine. He pressed me against the wall with his body and kissed me fiercely. He lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slipped into me. It was slippery, it was awkward and animal, and I enjoyed it completely. After, we finished bathing, dried ourselves, and he guided me to bed. We held each other in the dark, and I quickly fell asleep. I slept very well that first night actually sharing a bed with my husband. My dreams were restful, though I don't recall their content. When I woke, he was not in the bed, and a light was on in the bathing room. I stretched, got out of bed, and went to investigate. He was there, shaving. I sat on the counter beside him and watched. "Good morning," I smiled. He smiled at me. "I didn't mean to wake you, Móirne." "You didn't, Dorien." I smiled again, my heart filling with him, the bittersweet way he had changed my life. "What are you grinning at?" He laughed, finished with his shave. I don't know," I laughed, shaking my head. He looked at me a long moment. "Come for a jog with me. I have something you can wear for it," He said softly. I nodded. If I'd had any idea what a jog was, I would not have so readily agreed. By the time we were back home my body ached from the exertion, as well as from all of our exertions of the past few days since we'd met. We had a glass of water each, then he grabbed us each a Gatorade and led me to the gym behind the main house. I chose not to use any of the strange machines. Instead, I stretched out on a mat on the floor and watched him use them. I could watch no more as he sat on a machine with his back to me, pulling on a wire that lifted black weights. I watched the muscles of his back working, and it sent shivers all through me. I moved and knelt beside him. He glanced at me, but kept his focus on his work out. I watched him for a few moments more, then rose up, placing my hands on either side of him, and licked his chest, savoring his musky scent and the salty taste of his sweat. He hesitated. " Móirne...not now," He panted, continuing his exercise. I dropped down again, pouted up at him. After a few more moments, I reached up, traced my fingers down his tightly muscled stomach. He said nothing, so I slipped my hand into his loose gray sweatpants. I stroked his penis, then cupped his testicles, stroked and rolled them gently in my hand. I hadn't touched them before, it was interesting, and I could tell by the look of intense focus on his face and his hardening penis that he liked what I was doing. Still he said nothing, continued his workout. I slid my hand over his stomach again, wetting my palm with his sweat, then I took his penis in my hand and stroked him as he'd showed me to do the day before. He groaned and dropped the weights heavily. I sat up, exposed him, and kissed the head of his penis, licked all over it. He leaned back on the seat of the machine, placed one hand on the back of my head lightly. I held him firmly, and slowly took him into my mouth until my lips met my hand, and sucked him eagerly. I licked him still, slid my mouth up and down on his penis as he held my hair, pulling it at times. It took some time to make him come, and when he did, his seed was hot and spicy, slightly sweet. I swallowed it, then sipped my Gatorade, looking up at him. He toweled himself clean, then tucked himself away. For a long time he said nothing, then he looked at me. "That was unexpected." "I wanted to please you," I smiled. He stared at me a while, then nodded. "You certainly do that very well, Móirne." We showered separately for the first time. He picked out clothes for me that would please his mother.