Oriana’s first time with Adric

"Just one thing, don’t look at my body. It’s hideous," these were Oriana’s words, but her heart was trembling with fear. She wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing. But she was scared, tired, and defeated. Her family had let her out in the wild to be devoured alive, giving her away to someone from another kingdom.

What had she ever done wrong? All she wanted was to love and be loved, accepted for who she was, allowed to be herself. How was that so difficult? Couldn’t she catch a break for just one day? And even when she had left her family and found help from an unexpected place, life still came to torment her and make her feel vulnerable, only for her to be saved by a man she didn’t want to see again.

Being weak was one thing, but being weak in front of an enemy was a different level of low. And that was Oriana’s state: shame, embarrassment. She wanted to quench all of that and most of all, anger. She was angry.

"Uh," she shuddered when Adric’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. With the room now very dark, she was even more scared of what was about to happen. She had always been too confident for her own good, but right now, with this man, she was scared.

Adric leaned closer. It was dark, but he could still see the girl’s scared face. Her body was stiff, and she was tense. It made him wonder why she was giving her body away like it meant nothing when clearly, from her actions, she had no experience. It was okay to be careless, but the girl was just not wary at all. A maiden, not just any maiden. A princess, throwing her body to a man. He was supposed to let her go and wave it off as ignorance, but the girl needed to learn that she wasn’t supposed to throw words around randomly.

When his warm lips touched her slightly parted lips, Oriana let out a stifled moan, her hands moving up to grab Adric’s shirt. The kiss intensified, with Adric now guiding them to the bed. His rough tongue brushed against Oriana’s own, sucking and nibbling on her lips. He deepened the kiss with each movement, trying to get the girl’s taste and steal her breath.

The moment Oriana’s back touched the bed and she felt Adric move her legs apart, she jerked up, her whole body trembling. What she was about to do...would she be able to live with it even after leaving this place? How was she supposed to face her future husband?

"Ah!" Oriana gasped, snapping her face up as she glared at Adric. "Why did you do that?" she asked, rubbing her thighs where Adric had pinched her.

Adric stood up from the bed, removing his shirt. He walked to stand close to the window. "If we’re doing this, I want you to only think about me. Also," he said, pushing the curtain aside, letting light stream into the room, "I don’t know why we should be in the dark."

Oriana covered her face. "Because I don’t want you to see my body."

"But I’m still going to see you, even more than just that." Adric moved away from the window, walking back toward the bed. He sighed. "It’s not other people that’s the problem, it’s you."

Oriana slowly raised her face, wondering exactly what he was talking about. "How?"

Adric picked up a matchbox. Taking a cigarette, he lit it. "You don’t want to see your own body," he said, taking a deep inhale before letting out rings of smoke. "You’re ashamed of your body."

Oriana touched her sleeves. Her lips, where Adric had kissed her passionately, were still throbbing. She thought about his words. Could it really be true that she was ashamed of her own body?

"If you’ll let me, I can help you see yourself," Adric continued, watching the girl, his eyes now looking darker with each puff of smoke. "And if you don’t, that’s okay."

Oriana rubbed her wet tongue over her lips. She brought down her legs and turned to Adric. "Help me."

Adric’s lips curled, but he didn’t smile. He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. Walking over to where Oriana was, he dragged her up from the bed and led her toward the mirror.

"Look at yourself," Adric instructed. When the girl quietly obeyed, he slowly moved his hands behind her. With each finger movement, Adric undid Oriana’s zipper, his warm breath causing the hair on her neck to rise.

Oriana tried her best to keep looking at herself. There were two things in play at the moment that messed with her mind; Adric’s soft tobacco filled breath on her neck did something to her senses, and the bulge of his member throbbing behind her. She knew exactly what it was, but it made her even more embarrassed every time she thought about it. And while her mind was occupied, she didn’t notice when and how her dress slipped down her body, her sleeves falling and spilling out her breasts.

"Ah!" Oriana cried, closing her eyes. She tried to use her hands to cover her breasts, but it was all in vain because they still showed on the sides and just above.

Adric turned her around. "Let me," he said, taking Oriana’s hands and slowly bringing them down to her sides, letting her dress fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Oriana stood in front of Adric bare-chested, with only her undergarment remaining.

"Open your eyes and see just how beautiful you are. You’re the most beautiful woman. Look," Adric encouraged with a soft voice. His voice wasn’t forceful, just patient and kind. He waited until Oriana opened her eyes, now looking at her breasts, pale and full like plums harvested for wine. Her tips were dark, beautifying the abundance of her chest.

Adric moved his hand from her back gently. "You’re beautiful. And scars? I don’t see any, just a princess with glory." He moved his hand around her waist, rubbing his fingers gently on her lower stomach as if to tease her. He touched the tiny hairs below her stomach, and when he heard the sharp intake of breath from Oriana, he smiled.

Oriana’s eyes didn’t move from the mirror. She saw Adric’s hand move up until they were close to her breasts. Her heart raced frantically, and she held her breath, waiting in anticipation for what his next move would be. She was not only naked in front of a man, but she was also letting him touch her private body.

Adric skillfully used his large hands to cup Oriana’s breasts, but his fingers nipped her hardened nipples.

"Mm," Oriana sighed, throwing her head back to rest on Adric’s shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with Adric. Lost in the pleasure, Oriana slowly turned around and placed her lips on Adric’s.

Adric allowed her to take control of his lips while his fingers worked on her nipples. As she deepened the kiss, he rubbed his hips on her, feeling her core. He was dying to feel her insides. Adric moved away from the kiss, his lips now peppering kisses on Oriana’s chest until he reached her most bountiful breasts. Adric first licked her nipples slowly, then gave her a little suck, which Oriana responded to with soft sighs of pleasure.

With gentleness, his lips covered her breasts, and with his eyes closed, he sucked, licked, and nibbled on the tender skin as Oriana’s gentle cries filled the room.