She remembered asking if she should have to be naked during these couplings, and had been overwhelmed by her relief. Her mother told her that the man would only lift her gown as far as was needed, and not another glimpse of her would be needed for him.

"I dread this," she breathed.

Fallon had a wonderful dinner prepared for her new wife. She wanted to make Sarah happy, and feel comfortable in her new home and new role as the Lady of Aragon.

The warrior changed into softer, broken in leather pants, and a soft, flowing white shirt. Her boots tucked up over her calves, and a dagger belt was in place. She tied her hair back, tired of it hanging in her face. It was unusual for her to have it down for the morning’s festivities, and she was ever grateful to get it out of her eyes. She had learned that the hard way. Having the stinging in the eyes during a fight – not smart.

Lady Sarah arrived after the invitation had been extended. She had also changed from her wedding finery to a beautiful velvet and silk gown of green. It played to her body well, her mother having it made for her just for such an occasion. Sarah knew she had to interest her husband, and though uncomfortable in revealing her curves, knew it was what she was to do.

She saw her husband speaking with some staff, and took the unobserved opportunity to take in his long, lean body. He was tall and trim. She knew him to be a warrior, and saw his dagger at his side. Two swords hung with a coat of arms over the massive fireplace in the great dining hall. A fire roared its warmth throughout the stone-enshrouded room, bouncing shadows off every object that did not move, including the dark hair of her husband. She noted that it was pulled away from his face.

"Milady," Fallon said softly, feeling her presence even as she talked with the serving party. She smiled at the start her words gave, and took in the beauty that stood not ten feet away. "You look lovely," she said, walking over to Sarah, and taking small, cool hands in her own.

"Thank you, my lord. And you handsome as ever." Sarah smiled, knowing it would earn her one in return.

"Thank you. Come. Let’s dine."

Dinner was carried out mainly in silence, both husband and wife glancing at the other under the pretense of asking for salt or butter. Both were equally nervous and unsure. This made Sarah feel better. She would have hated for her husband to be experienced, or throw his expectations at her. Fallon did none of this. He seemed as unsure as she.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Sarah paced around her bedchambers, wondering when her husband would come to claim his right of their wedding night. Her body was buzzing with nerves. She tried to relax, following some of the exercises Mary had given her to try and be calm. They worked for but a moment before her mind would begin to conjure up all sorts of pictures.

Her sleeping gown flowed behind her as it swept across the hard, cold floor that was covered by large, beautiful rugs. She had a fire blazing in her fireplace, trying to stay warm. The sweat that crept up her back and ran between her breasts was cold, giving her a chill.

Finally when she was about to douse the flames and climb into the massive bed, she heard a soft knock on her chamber door. Swallowing hard, she called out.

"Come."

The large, heavy door slowly opened and Fallon stood, bathed in the golden hue of the fire. He wore the same outfit as earlier, though now the laces of the shirt were partially open. He held a single rose in a hand.

"Milady." His voice was so soft as he entered the chamber, closing the door behind him.

"My lord," Sarah near whispered, her heart in her throat. She wanted so badly to run, to not have to deal with her duties.

"For you," he said, handing his bride the gift. She took it in her trembling fingers. "Do not fear, wife," Fallon whispered. "I shall not hurt you."

Sarah swallowed again, pleased by the comforting words, but scared all the same.

"Would you like to talk first?" Fallon asked. She watched as the blonde brought the rose to her nose and inhaled the strong, perfumed fragrance. Green eyes met hers.

"If it’s all the same, my lord, I’d like to just get on with it."

Fallon smiled softly and nodded. She had hoped Sarah would take her up on her offer so she, too, could build her courage. The smaller woman walked over to the bed and threw back the heavy covers. Climbing in, she laid down, waiting.

Fallon took a deep breath and followed. Once at the bedside, she unlaced her pants and kicked the boots off. She could feel the end of the ‘manhood’ that touched her, pushing into her. She withheld a groan as it sent warmth throughout her body.

She took in Sarah’s posture, body stick straight, eyes facing the underside of her decorated canopy. Pushing the covers aside, Fallon climbed onto the bed, her weight being absorbed by the extra amount of straw she had had put into Sarah’s mattress.

Scooting over to her wife, she reached out a hand and gently took hold of the hem of the sleeping gown. Sarah’s breathing increased and her eyes closed for a moment as she tried to get herself under control.

Fallon felt the warmth of Sarah’s thigh on her hand, and moved the hand up further. She was not surprised to find no undergarments, though it excited her on some level.

Sarah swallowed again when she felt the warm hand touch the wiry hair between her legs. She wondered what Fallon was doing. Her husband laid next to her, his hand roaming over the landscape that made her a woman. She hadn’t expected him to take so much time. She just wanted to be alone again.

Suddenly those thoughts were cut off when she felt that hand ease through the soft skin of her sex, a finger trailing over her expanse. She released a little gasp, her eyes popping open. She looked at Fallon and saw him looking down at her exposed skin, and to Sarah’s horror, she felt a wave of heat shoot through her. She did not want to feel anything. Was not supposed to feel anything.

Fallon marveled at the feel of Sarah’s velvety skin against her calloused fingertips. She ran her fingers through the soft skin, feeling a slow build of moisture begin to gather. She was absolutely amazed, and almost wanted to just stroke the younger woman to see what would happen. She could hear Sarah’s breathing increase, though the little blonde did nothing to indicate she was either in pain or enjoying what was being done to her.

Knowing she had a duty to perform, Fallon kept stroking, feeling for the source of the wetness. This would be where she would need to enter. Running her fingers down, feeling Sarah’s body jerk slightly at a certain time, she ran her finger straight down, following the natural curve of Sarah’s sex until the tip of her finger disappeared into soft warmth.

Sarah made the softest of noises when she felt that finger enter just the barest little bit. She closed her eyes, angry at herself for responding. She didn’t want Fallon to think she was depraved.

The brunette slowed her movements, enjoying the feel of the smooth wetness against her fingers. It turned the skin impossibly soft. Moving, she gently eased Sarah’s legs open with the hand that was already between the blonde’s legs and positioned her body between them.

Sarah’s breath caught as she realized what was about to happen. She felt her legs opened further, and then nudged, indicative of Fallon wanting her to raise her knees. She did, feeling the cool night air whisper against her sex. She felt so vulnerable. In a small way, she almost wished that Fallon had his pants off as well. Perhaps she’d feel a little more at ease.

Fallon moved herself over her wife, holding herself up with a hand placed next to Sarah’s shoulders, and reached down with the other to between their bodies.

She could feel an immense heat radiating between their bodies in the small space between Sarah’s thighs. She reached inside her pants, immediately feeling the ‘manhood.’ She grabbed it, lightly tugging until it came loose from the confines of her leather pants. Once it was free, she guided it toward the hot, wet spot between the blonde’s thighs.

"Are you ready, milady?" she asked, her voice just slightly breathy. She saw the nod, and she gently eased the head of the phallus just inside Sarah’s opening. She watched carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain.

Sarah closed her eyes as she felt her husband’s penis touch her sex, her hands at her sides, fists clenching the sheet beneath her. The warmth that Fallon had created in her with his fingers flared to life once again as her sex was touched once more.

She felt the slightest bit of discomfort as Fallon pushed in a little more, spreading her inexperienced walls a bit more with his width. She held her breath as he pushed in more, feeling him stop when he reached the barrier of her maidenhood.

Fallon closed her eyes, amazed that even though the phallus strapped to her hips was not truly a part of her, she still was able to feel. The sensation of entering into Sarah’s body was incredible, and she had to hold her breath to try and keep her breathing under control.

She stopped when she heard the small noise Sarah made when she felt something, some sort of barrier. Realizing what it was, she opened her eyes and looked down at the face of her wife.

"Are you alright, milady?" she asked, her voice even more breathless and husky than it had been before.

"Yes, my lord," Sarah said, her own voice breathless, though more from fear than desire.

"I have to break through, my wife," Fallon said, her hips begging her to move again. Sarah nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. She braced herself as she felt Fallon begin to move again. He moved his hips, pulling himself out, slow and steady, only to push back in. He was getting her used to the feel of him inside her. Pushing in a little more with each slow thrust until he was at the barrier again, this time he did not stop.

"Oh," Sarah breathed, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the brief sting, then the strange sensation of being completely filled. Fallon, totally inside, held still. She held herself up on her arms and looked down into the beautiful face of her wife. Sarah breathed slow and easy for a moment, a small wrinkle forming between her brows as she concentrated on what was happening to her body. Finally the green eyes opened, and she looked up into the intense blue that were looking down at her.

Sarah was getting used to the feeling of her husband inside her, and though foreign, she could not say it was completely unpleasant.

Seeing that the blonde was alright, Fallon began to move her hips again. Slowly pulling out to the tip of the head, she thrust back in, though she kept her stroke smooth and slow. Sarah released a soft sigh upon re-entry, and Fallon felt it down to her core. The end of the phallus pushed against her own sex with every movement, and she looked down at Sarah with lust-glazed eyes.

She adjusted her hands against the mattress, spreading her weight more equally upon her arms, and continued to move slowly within her wife.

Sarah closed her eyes again, but this time it was out of a faint pleasure that she could detect. She still had fear, but had the distinct feeling that perhaps giving Fallon his duty would not be as bad as she had worried.

Instinctively her knees raised, and her lips opened slightly in a soundless sigh as she felt Fallon go deeper within her body. She wanted to bring her hands up and touch her husband, but wasn’t sure if that was allowed. She did not know what he liked, or would let her do.

Fallon groaned when she felt Sarah open up to her more, the blonde’s legs opening wider, her knees lifting to allow her to thrust even deeper. Her movements were getting a little faster as she felt a burning low in her stomach, a burning that begged for more.

Sarah felt the need to move her hips a bit, wanting more, but what that more was, she had no idea. Just wanted.

Soon the large room was filled with the sound of snapping embers and skin slapping skin. The occasional wet sound of the phallus sliding in and out of Sarah’s depths sent Fallon into a spin. She gripped the sheet beneath her hands with clenched fingers, the muscles in her arms and back tensing as she thrust faster and faster, the phallus moving quickly, slicing through the continual wetness.

Fallon raised her head, eyes closed, mouth open as her orgasm began. Her skin slapped ruthlessly against Sarah’s as her body took over. She could not keep the panting under control, nor the groan that was building in her throat.

Sarah spread her legs wider as the thrusts got faster, needing more contact. She felt as though pleasure were just out of reach, when suddenly it began to gain, increasing her breaths, making her feel lightheaded. Fallon yelled out, his hips jerking a few times, his manhood slamming into her. Sarah bit her bottom lip as she felt an immense wave of pleasure rip through her, though she was determined not to make a sound.