Chapter 9 - Wedding night
Their new bedroom, as he had called it, was huge, with several glass double doors leading to a large balcony, overlooking the garden. The bed was made of English Oak and had four posters made of ivory, carefully carved with roses and leafs embellishing its smooth texture. The bed cover was of a very dark green colour and the fabric felt like velvet on her fingers. On the wall opposite the bed, between two double doors, was a vanity table and next to the double entrance doors was a very large wardrobe with mirrors on its doors. This seemed to remind Ginevra that she wanted to remove the dress.
"Do you know where Parvati is? I can't take this dress off by myself…" she said, sitting tiredly on the bed.
"Tonight, there will be no maids to help us." He said, quickly removing his robe and placing it on a near-by chair. "I can help you…"
"Oh, I forgot you have a wand! Well, could you spell my dress open, then?" she asked, her voice slightly shaking in nervousness as she turned her back on him, expecting the tingling of a spell to run down her back. She did feel the tingling, but its origin wasn't in a spell, but rather on two warm hands, caressing her neck and then lower, to start unbuttoning the long row of small buttons of her wedding dress. "Why aren't you using magic?"
"I believe in this other kind of magic; the magic of seduction by gentle touches that leads to much more." He whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobe as he finished the buttons and began to caress her, now, naked back.
Ginevra closed her eyes and sighed pleasurably, enjoying the gentle caresses on her tired muscles.
"Thank you for the help, it was very nice of you…" she mumbled, picking up a nightdress from one of the drawers and went to the bathroom to change clothes in privacy, leaving a grinning Prince Draco behind.
"You're mine, Ginevra…" he mumbled to the empty bedroom, starting to undo his white shirt, leaving it open to show off his pale, yet muscular chest.
Inside of the bathroom, Ginevra exhaled deeply, dropping the relaxed facade and allowing the worry and anxiousness to creep in. It was so easy to be seduced by her husband, but at the same time, it was too dangerous for her to let herself be seduced. Ginevra needed to maintain her independence if she wanted to change a few things about the Kingdom. She had to follow the Queen's advice and show some resistance.
Stepping out of her dress and under skirt, she placed them on a chair near the bathtub and put on a long white silk nightgown with lace on the shoulder straps and over the chest. It was beautiful but too thin to wear without an outer-robe; unfortunately, Ginevra didn't have one at hand, so she would have to face the Prince looking like that.
`Ginevra, my dear, remember that you're married now, he has the right to touch you and see you naked, if he wants to.' She thought, standing in front of the mirror while she removed the pins holding her hair up. `Let him touch you and just follow his movements; it worked with the kiss… But, don't forget the Queen's advice; don't let him have too much control over the situation.'
Taking a deep breath, Ginevra opened the bathroom door and stopped on her way out. The Prince was standing right in front of the bathroom door, his white shirt hanging open to show off a delicious amount of pale skin that glowed with the candle light, his smile growing larger and larger as he watched his wife struggle to stop staring at him.
Gulping, she averted her eyes from his chest, walked to the vanity table and sat down on the comfortable seat in front of the mirror, picking up a brush to comb her hair. Prince Draco remained behind her, his crossed arms showing off his musculature, watching her untangle her hair from tips to roots, the redness of it resembling a fire that promised to wrap him in a warm caress for as long as he wished to.
"Your hair is beautiful, but, unfortunately, you have to hide it in those elaborate hair-dos." He commented gently, taking a couple of steps to stand right behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders and then on the hair that gathered over there. Slowly, he leaned his face down to her neck and gently kissed the point right behind her ear and then lower and lower until he reached the point where neck and shoulder met.
"You can change that part of the law when you become a King." Ginevra replied smoothly, returning the brush to the vanity table and then faced the mirror again, watching the beauty of them both together, her husband's blond head placed on the curve of her neck, nibbling her skin and making her shiver with something… perhaps pleasure, she wasn't sure.
"I believe not, as it would cause too many incidents like rapes, violence and betrayal. We need peace and quiet in our Kingdom, not women betraying their husbands and leaving their families, or being raped because men felt seduced by their femininity." Prince Draco reasoned, straightening up his posture, but maintaining his hands on his wife's shoulders. "Don't you agree?"
"Yes, you're probably correct on that point, but if those women could use magic, as they should, they could protect themselves from that kind of harm, from dangerous men or dangerous situations." Ginevra replied angrily, standing up from her seat and started to pace the bedroom, her long hair flowing around her white clad body. "Don't YOU agree?"
"What good would it do to them, when they stay at home, taking care of their children and their husband's meals? If women truly wanted to leave their homes to learn magic, they would have said so by now… Just because you want something, Ginevra, it doesn't mean that all women want it as well." The Prince replied gently, watching her distressed features.
"Perhaps they're just waiting for someone to take that first step, Draco. The society looks down on any woman that doesn't behave to standard etiquette, women aren't supposed to have opinions, their duties don't include cognitive activity…" she replied, utterly furious now as she faced him and placed her hands on her hips, a very similar position to the one her mother used to yell at her brothers. "Well, you are out of luck, Draco, because I am capable of rational thought beyond dresses, hair-dos and gossip. I've read all of your schoolbooks; I know every single spell on them, every single potion, and every single history fact on magic! All I need is a wand and the authorization to use it."
Prince Draco just stared at her with something akin to proud showing on his face, but no surprise. He had already expected that from her, that was obvious.
"I'm not saying you're dumb, Ginevra, all that I'm saying is that perhaps you should stick to being a proper lady. You don't need magic! You have servants that will do anything you wish, you'll have me as well, whenever you want something, so what's the need for you to have a wand?" he reasoned, taking a few steps closer to her, trying to hold her in his arms, but Ginevra just stepped back, a hurt look on her face.
"The need, as you call it, Draco, is that I feel incomplete knowing that I DO have powers, I HAVE the knowledge to use them, but I DON'T have the instrument nor the authorization to use it." She whispered, ignoring the sad tears running down her face. "I know you like women, so, use this example: you LIKE women, you KNOW how to please them, but you are physically UNABLE to do so, for example, you had no prick. How would you feel, uh?"
Prince Draco just stared at her in shock, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide.
"Where the bloody hell did you learn that kind of language?" he gasped in shock.
"Don't forget, I have six foulmouthed brothers." She replied, shrugging her shoulders and quietly walked to the bed, pushing down the covers and preparing to lie down.
"Indeed, I believe you've spent way too much time among men. Ladies shouldn't say things like that." He chuckled, grabbing her arm to stop her from lying down on the bed. "Are you willing to consummate our bonding tonight?"
Ginevra remained silent, not knowing what to answer. On one hand she really wanted to share the intimate experience with him, she felt attracted and curious to know what was so special about sex. On the other hand, she didn't want to live the embarrassing situation of subjecting herself to him. At her long silence, the Prince took her lack of answer as a refusal and prepared to leave the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she whispered, trembling slightly.
"I may be a lot of bad things, but I'm not a rapist, Ginevra…" he answered with a scowl. "I'll spend the night elsewhere."
`He's going to the bed maids… Oh no, I won't allow that!' Ginevra thought and taking a deep breath walked towards him and tentatively placed her hands on his bare chest, caressing it gently and then laced her arms around his neck, making him lower his head until their lips were almost touching. Their eyes locked together and Ginevra smiled shyly.
"You are not that bad, you git, and I forbid you of seeking other women from now on." She whispered before kissing him softly, allowing him to place his arms around her waist and to deepen the kiss. His warm lips caressed hers and with the tip of his tongue he licked her lips, asking for entrance, which she conceded.
Slowly, her husband placed his hands on her hips and started to rise her nightgown, gathering the fabric on her thighs to expose her skin and then he pulled it up until it was under her arms.
"Can I?" he whispered against her lips, his breath brushing over her face, making her shiver pleasantly.
Ginevra knew she was profusely blushing, but she had made up her mind about this, and slowly she nodded, raising her arms above her head and the Prince removed the gown from her body, leaving her completely naked.
She was slightly tall, her legs long and shapely, her body was slightly tanned showing how much time she spent outdoors, her waist was thin and her hips slightly rounded, perfect for a man's hands to hold, her chest wasn't very full, but it still was a good size and they were very firm, probably from lifting heavy weights, on a daily basis.
Watching his mesmerized face observing her body, Ginevra took matters in hands and removed the open shirt from his body, leaving his muscular chest bare for her to study with her eyes and hands.
"Like what you see?" he whispered closed to her ear, kissing her jaw line.
Ginevra didn't bother to reply and just kept running her hands over his chest and back, enjoying the small shivers running through her husband's body. Realising that she was the only one naked, Ginevra started unbuckling his trousers' belt, making him gasp in surprise.
"You sure are acting bravely… You would have made a great Gryffindor." he mumbled, taking a step back from her body to allow her a better access to his waist. Ginevra was looking down, her long hair covering her body and its tips brushing his skin, making him ticklish. He only woke up from his observation of her when he heard her gasp loudly. `Oops, forgot to warn her I don't usually wear undergarments…'
He was now facing his wife's back, as she was too shocked and ashamed to look at him, knowing how undressed he was. Slowly he moulded his body to her back, making her feel his erection pressing against her backside.
"I'm not ashamed to look at you, Ginevra, and I would like you to look at me too. We are married, we are allowed to see each other in the most intimate way." He whispered in her ear, removing her arms from around her body and making her turn around to face him once again, her eyes never leaving his face, afraid of what she would see. "Look at me, Ginevra."
She really couldn't stop from obeying to his gentle order and slowly ran her eyes down his face, his chest and holding her breath looked at the point bellow his waist, her eyes widening and her breath coming out in another gasp.
When she had seen her brothers in their baths, their… uh, sexual organs, had never been so… big, hard looking, standing up like her husband's was.
"Is it… normal for it to be like that?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his aroused member.
"Only when I'm aroused… And right now I am, very much so." He explained amusedly, enjoying the fact that she was so innocent and at the same time so full of knowledge. Taking one of her hands he directed it to his rock hard member and sighed as her hand touched it at last. He let her explore his body for a few moments, watching her interested face, but soon he was too aroused to keep letting her touch him. Slowly he directed her to the bed, laid her on it and then laid by her side, caressing her cheek with his hands.
In a rush that was part arousal, part the need to hide her embarrassment and confusion, and a big part courage, Ginevra pushed past his thumb, kissing him first. He stilled for a moment, surprised, then encouraged her with a stroke of his hand down to her breast, and a stroke of his tongue past her lips.
Kneading her flesh, he kissed her back for a few more moments, then dipped his head, plumping her nipple between two of his splayed fingers. A flick of his tongue against the teased, rosy peak made her gasp. A shift of his hand, and he sucked the whole of her areola into his lips, greedily but gently, his intent to pleasure, not hurt. Her hand touched his arm, his shoulder, feathered its way into his hair, cupping his head and encouraging him to do more.
Prince Draco occupied himself for a while with the worship of her firm breasts. But as she caressed the parts of him that she could reach, he did the same to her, and that meant his hand eventually found its way between her thighs, his fingers delving through her slick folds.
Ginevra was confused and yet pleased with the delicious shivers he was sending through her veins. Whimpering, she parted her knees, silently demanding more and obliging, he kissed his way down her ticklish stomach.
At the last moment, awareness of what he was about to do filtered through her pleasure-hazed consciousness. Eyes widening, Ginevra drew in a breath, ready to protest at the sheer intimacy, but he parted her folds with his fingers, and lapped at their hidden depths…and her uncertain protest escaped as a shout of shocked pleasure instead. "-Draco! Oh, Merlin!"
He didn't stop, despite the peak and decline of her orgasm; probably her very first one ever. He couldn't stop, not when she cried out and shuddered, arching her hips up into his mouth, letting him know that, nervous or not, she clearly loved what he was doing to her. He had hesitated in doing this with other women in the past; for all that he found it enjoyable those few times he had tried. Those women had usually been of a somewhat loose nature; but his wife was too young to be so physically jaded, and clearly too innocent in her demeanour and her responses.
He laved and nipped, savouring her as she writhed under him, ensuring she crested yet another peak of pleasure, before easing a finger into her depths. She gasped at the unfamiliar invasion and winced a little, a twitch of all her muscles, as he eased a second finger in beside the first, stretching her flesh. Prince Draco soothed her with gentle words, easing his way inside; pressing in as far as those two fingers could go. The knowledge of how tight she was around just two of his fingers reminded him of how hard he was, of how tight she would be when sheathing his shaft.
At last he withdrew his hands and lips, and crawling back up over her body he saluted the peak of each breast, then her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips. To his astonishment, she growled and kissed him harder; wanting more of the wonderful sensations he was making her feel.
Prince Draco raised himself up slightly and moved her legs so that that his hips were cradled, his shaft probing at her entrance and began to slowly push his way inside her, moving with short, sharp thrusts, when she suddenly flinched.
`I wonder if this was what the Queen warned me about. It's hurting…' Ginevra thought, biting hard on her bottom lip and digging her fingernails on the Prince's back.
"Relax; it'll be better in a few moments… I promise." He whispered gently, kissing her forehead and in one swift movement, Prince Draco thrust inside. The tearing of her innocence was a momentary flash of pain, and then she felt incredibly full as he seated himself to the hilt. He gave her a few moments to become accustomed to his being inside her, and then began to stroke slowly, with small thrusts, all the time caressing her face and whispering soft words of encouragement. She felt a tension building inside her body, the same one that had made her feel so unbelievably good when he had kissed her silky folds. A few moments later she felt him tense against her, his movements becoming less measured and more erratic, and then with a final thrust, he spilled into her, groaning her name as he came. The tension burst within her and she cried out, dragging her nails down his back, leaving ten similar lines marked on the pale skin, a few drops of blood escaping from them.
Draco rolled to his side, pulling her close beside him and nestling her head beneath his chin. They lay there silently, their laboured breath slowly returning to normal, a slight sheen of sweat on their bodies. Ginny stirred and then turned to face him, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her with a gentle finger on her lips. "No, not now, Ginevra. Let's save our discussions for tomorrow, right now I just want to enjoy going to sleep with you in my arms," he murmured. With a soft kiss, he pulled her back into his embrace, and started stroking her hair.
"I just wanted to ask what the wet sticky thing is, running down my thigh. It's tickling me…" she mumbled, scrunching up her face.
The Prince laughed loudly, his chest moving quickly with his laughter, making Ginevra's head jump up and down, making her irritated.
"What's so funny? It really is uncomfortable…" she scowled.
"I know it is, but don't worry about it. When a man and a woman copulate, the man places his seed inside of her womb. That's what it is… Your body accepts a part of my seed and the rest comes out." He explained calmly, wondering if he had ever had to explain such thing to another person and found that the answer was no, he hadn't.
"Oh, alright… I'm sorry for being so dumb about this. I'm sure the other women you've been with had a lot of experience." She mumbled, burying her face on his chest.
"Ginevra, forget about that, please. Now, let's sleep and we'll talk tomorrow..." he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
Ginny gave it up for now, and curled into him - morning would come soon enough. She had been scared about being intimate with her husband after the Queen's words, but now she realized the older woman had been right all along… It only hurt for a few moments, and then it was only glorious pleasure, such wonderful sensations that she had never felt before. She wondered if this part of their marriage would always be successful and help them to eventually love each other.
`Are you sure you don't love him already?' a soft voice whispered in her head right before she fell asleep, her arms around her husband's chest, his hands on her waist and her head tucked under his chin.
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Hello, dearest readers, I'm sorry but I had some trouble uploading this chapter, but now it's finally ok.
At the moment I'm extremely busy, I have 4 PowerPoint presentations to do, two school projects to end in two weeks and my exams will start very soon.
I am just like Hermione and must be top of the class, so in exams time, I go nuts with so much studying!
Well, this chapter is shorter and only shows the wedding night, but I wanted to keep it clean without the events of the following day to ruin the mood.
I'll try my best to update in two weeks or so, so please, wait for me, alright?
Love, Carina
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