Hello, My Darling Wife

Ella whimpered as she was picked up, carried to a table. Placed next to delicate wine-glasses, and slowly disrobed. [q]Mmm,[q] a quiet mumbled understanding. Some part of her was thankful for the fact her wife-to-be repeatedly requested consent. It gave her time to stop, if she wanted. Except every part of her felt electrified.


Everything she was wanted... whatever Kaczor was going to give her. The other woman's lips trailed down her body, and Ella's breathing hitched, stuttered. Anticipation only made her even more wet—

And then, the other woman had pulled her legs up and over her shoulders, nose grazing the flesh of her inner thigh. [q]Uhu—please, please,[q] she whimpered, and raised one of her own hands to cover her mouth. Her other hand was digging into her stomach, criss-crossed across her body in an attempt to not upset the carefully placed wine next to her.

Everything about this was shameful; they were not married... She would not be considered a virgin, even if the other woman only used her mouth. She knew the rules and yet... her life was forfeit either way. She couldn't go back to her father, no matter what happened.