Chapter 4 - The Virgin's Night (NSFW)

Chapter 4: The Virgin's Night


A FINE, beaded sweat streaked like a meteor over the swell of Aria’s breast. She breathed deep as her long body lay eagerly sprawled on the rug.


"It's good that you're nervous, James,” she whispered. “I’d be disappointed if you weren't."

“Why?” he knelt.

“It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one.”

Despite the roaring hearth, there was an evening chill that licked their unclothed flesh, and Aria desired to wallow in his body heat, even as she patiently watched the young man remove his shirt.

"Here, let me help,” she said, sitting upright.

James resisted at first, but Aria made it clear that their undressing would be a mutual affair.

“Why here though?” She inquired as she fumbled with James’s buttons.

“Huh?”

“When you picked me up, I thought for a moment we would go to the bed. Not that this rug isn’t nice.”

“…I thought it odd to do this in my mother’s bedroom.”

“Oh…”

James’s final button came undone, and Aria divested him of his shirt. What lied beneath was a toned chest peppered with scars.

She traced a jagged scar on his pectoral.

"...does it still hurt?" she asked.

“There are nights.”

“I see… it may be unavoidable," she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "But that doesn't mean I’m not concerned. If something hurts, James, please tell me."

She brushed her cheek down his chest, then applied her sumptuous lips to his sculpted pecs, where the scars that emblazoned his chest--his fiery emblems--were strewn across. She began to gingerly kiss those scars, as if to wash away the pain from them. An act of intense affection more so than to give pleasure.

She paused for a moment, gazing upon a scar that ran across his left nipple. The knot looked innocuous enough, having little function on a man's body. But it was James's body. As such, it was hardly exempt from her ministrations. She kissed his nipple, glancing at James's profile every other second to see if the sensation was pleasant to him. She ran her tongue across its peak, fondling it, nibbling it lightly. James’s breath quickened as he peered down at her, stroking her wavy locks.

“You’re quite a tease, Aria,” he quipped. “My turn…”

Aria surmised he was going to undress her, but he did everything but. He pulled her close and dove right for her quivering lips still fresh with the taste of his skin. Aria in-turn pulled him close, his chest pressing hard against her bodice.

Their erotic passion swelled then. Again and again, Aria drew deep breaths through her nose, their tongues wrestling like snakes. Her mind, once rational, turned into a hot mess.

Before long, James moved downwards, and his lips made contact with her nape from whence an audible gasp escaped. He began necking her in a carnal manner, sampling her delicate skin; wanting to hear cries of titillation spill from her lips so that he knew she liked it. Her eyelids, beaded with tears, fell closed in euphoria as James relished every inch of her neck. Aria could nary stop her own plethora of reactions that shook her dangling, sapphire earrings with every quiver.

“James…!” Aria whispering yearningly. She heard the tappings of his lips just below her ear. “H-have you done this before?”

James continued his advance, saying nothing—for that was another story, albeit an embarrassing one. And he thought better of it than to tell it now.

Aria did not pursue the subject. Her arms sought around his muscular back, reaching up for his tousled, auburn hair. James’s palms skimmed her slim waist, his face buried in her shoulders. Neither could escape the other's embrace, for they were each other's prisoner.

Then, just by coincidence, his fingers slipped under the strap of her bodice. So enthralled by her scent, he had forgotten.
His lash brushed her earlobe as her whispered: “Would you help me remove it?

They met face to face, their noses touching. The young knight’s eyes—burning with an unearthed lust--trailed to her ample bosom that seemed poised to burst from its confines.

"There are laces in the back," her lips trembled. "Three of them."

“Are you okay, Aria?”

“I’m just excited, is all. Please continue.”

With her beckoning, James reached under her shoulder blade, fumbling around for the knots and laces that held her top together. Nibbling on Aria's ears, his fingers carefully pulled and untied each lace one by one.

Then Aria guided James's hand to her left shoulder. His tucked his thumb under the strap and slid it aside. Breathless gasps escaped her lips, her eyes closing in euphoria.

His other hand reached for her right shoulder strap—except it wasn’t there. It had been cut in the battle, and in its place was the bandage he had wrapped earlier. Gently so as to not hurt her, he gripped in his hands her bare shoulders that shone like lustrous alabaster, then kissed her deeply as her purple bodice was finally shed.

Her heart raced as she promptly covered her naked bosom, expression notably bashful. But James did not stop to stare or provide further embarrassment; he continued to neck her.

Even in the throes of lust, Aria thought, he truly was kind.

When James’s fingers brushed the small of Aria’s back, she suddenly felt her hair stand on end. But she understood his gesture and allowed him to set her torso down on the rug. Aria felt the caress of his lips move down from her clavicle, trailing downwards like footprints in the beach.

A single arm veiled her ripe breasts that rhythmically rose and fell in the hearth’s glow. For a second, James sought approval from Aria’s sapphire eyes. But Aria merely returned a coy smile. Words here were but a formality. With a loving kiss to the very same hand that veiled her modesty, she willingly bared herself to him.

The lustrous sheen of her skin. The spellbinding curves of her voluminous breasts. The much coveted cleavage between them, glistening with her sweat. And the sensitive, pink knots topping each peak, growing erect like strawberries on a cake.

Her nearly-immaculate feminine beauty captivated him, and he could not help but indulge.

He buried himself into her valley as his nose tickled her creamy, white flesh. And Aria felt his touch slowly knead her breasts, massaging them as though balls of dough. James knew he was doing it correctly, because the gasp that escaped from Aria's open lips could not have suggested otherwise. Her heart and mind raced, desperately trying to cope with the stimulation that was only magnified by the fierce love for him.

And when his lips traveled over her left nipple, the flat of his tongue met her areola, and leisurely buttered its rim. When he engulfed her nipple whole, fondling and flicking with his tongue, Aria could not stifle a gasp,

"Haah... Mmm..!" she arched her back and bit her lip.

The stiff peaks of her breasts felt as thimbles to James. And he longingly drew them further into his mouth, as if attempting to draw out a sweet milk. Though he received nothing but her rousing moans, they were more than sweet enough for him.

"Aria… you... are so beautiful."

"James," she muttered his name, entranced.

Her moans continued as he explored her bounteous chest. Calloused fingers passed over her slender, yet muscular waist, grazing strong muscles that other women did not develop. He brushed his cheek over her rolling stomach, kissing her belly button in a loving manner all the while stroking her long, curvy torso. And though his every action incited all forms of shudders and gasps, James fast approached an area that Aria had decided only her husband was allowed to become familiar with.

When James hit the waistband of her underwear, a nervousness crept down Aria’s waist and she locked her thighs together as if a hibiscus at twilight.

"Aria, we can stop if you want to."

“No, I just…”

“I don’t really want to stop though,” he admitted, his face flushing.

“Me neither, but… don’t laugh, okay?”

“Why would I do that?

He kissed her again on her lips. Slowly, the resistance faded, and she slacked her thighs, nervously allowing him to gaze upon her underwear freckled with a charming pattern of purple swords.

"My mother made those," she explained, her face so red hot that she swore she would faint.

But James had no intention of laughing. He took her knees in his palms and slowly spread her thighs apart.

"I think they're very charming," he tempered her. "Every part of you I discover is more charming and more beautiful than the last, Aria. I would kiss every part of you forever if you would let me."

Her blush was furious, of course. Again, she did not know how to respond. She squeezed his hand instead, as if to grant him permission to do just as he had said.

He did. He continued his advance and buried his face between her inner thighs. He savored them slowly and erotically, running his tongue along her skin while just avoiding the fabric of her underwear.

It shredded her modesty into confetti.

"Mmmm...!! Hah..."

Her quick pants and moans filled the apartment, thoroughly absorbed in his teasing.

"Gods… James...!"

She called his name like a Corinthian chant, torn between telling him to stop or continue. From between his laps, James glimpsed an expression of longing that Aria could not hide.

You are so beautiful.

He could no longer humble himself. Seizing her hindquarters, he lifted her waist and buried his face deep between them. The sweet and sour scent of her femininity rushed through James’s system as he ravished her.

Greater sensations released themselves from Aria's body, leaving her mouth agape with heavy gasps. She shuddered when his tongue glided through a damp indentation, veiled only by thin cotton.

"...ahhhhh...!"

A warmth. A wetness. The prelude to a delicious pressure she had brought about on her own before, but this time it wasn’t the same. Not even close.

"Ahh... hahhh! Mmm... AH!"

The peak of his nose tickled the little meadow of hair hidden beneath. His lips nibbled gently on her plush skin through the cloth, moistening it until he could see glimpses of pink just beyond, and he too kissed that as if it were a sweet fruit to be savored little by little

".......hah....aahhh... uhnnnn....mmmm.....AH!"

A sudden shudder and gasp signaled to him that he had unwittingly struck her weak spot. But he had no intention of stopping here; the discovery of such a space only encouraged him despite not knowing where said space was. He stole a glance at Aria, wondering if she might give the answer.

"...here...!" she mewled. She guided his hand to the curtain of her panties and slid it aside.

Glistening with her rare nectar, she revealed the pink petals of her flower to him: her plush cleft of Venus, the rosy lobes of her cloven vulva; the modest, violet silk directly above them. Though a virgin, every part of her was a grown woman. And her lover's male instinct begged him to make love so that he might witness Aria’s ecstasy.

“…here, Aria?”

“…w-what?” she panted.

“Your clis.”

“My--oh. Yes.”

It was the hooded bud hidden between her petals—said in the old Devlani tongue, her clis. It lay between her index and fore finger until she lightly nudged it, silently communicating that such a place was not to be taken lightly. And James, being as gentle as he could, applied his lips to the pearl, kissing it, flicking it with his tongue, and suckling it sweetly while he spread her lips apart.

And Aria, moaning with a voice no man but James should hope to hear, laid back and received his treatment. She gripped the rug until it wrinkled, shivering and writhing and simultaneously struggling to further indulge in the hot tongue that lapped ceaselessly through her flesh.

James, his manhood rising, could stand it no more. He longed for her; Aria could see it in his eyes, and in the tent that pitched obscenely in his trousers.

Yet James could not bring himself to say so. He seemed embarrassed and ashamed. And when Aria stared right back at him, seeking to communicate with another coy glance, James abruptly looked away.

"...what's wrong," she inquired with an eager breath.

"Nothing is wrong. I just..."

"Are you nervous?" she guessed, flashing a smile in the firelight. "I am too. Strange how challenging an Emperor doesn’t bother us, but this…”

"I don't want to hurt you."

“You’ve been doing the farthest thing from that, James. Extremely well, even.”

They were at an impasse for but a moment. Aria rose, propping herself up and kissing James on the very same lips that were on her womanhood. With a quick flip, she switched places with him, straddling his waist.

"Aria...?" he appeared surprised.

"I'll lead," she whispered, tossing her panties aside. "It's better this way anyway. If I'll have more control--"

Though she could see some reluctance in his eyes, as if he had just lost his command, James was also evidently relieved. Planted comfortably on his waist, Aria felt the tightness of James's pants pushing against her thighs as though an imprisoned beast desperate to escape.

When she had undone James's buckle, and the fire-glistened girth of James's priapus emerged like a leaning tower, Aria's little demon of curiosity egged her on to stare at it. She had admittedly seen men's genitals at the local bath house—on little boys being scrubbed by their mothers. The phallus seemed harmless enough, until she realized it would enter her.

“It’s quite interesting, isn’t it,” she commented.

“…uh well, it looks quite normal to me,” he flushed.

“It seems shaped so deliberately. Those veins are popping out. Is that normal?”

“They’ve never given me trouble before, so—“

“…It’s honestly bigger than I thought it would be.”

"Do you want to—“

"No, no. If this is how it’s supposed to be, I think I can handle it," she responded in kind, swallowing her nervousness as her folds touched his manhood. “We can handle it.”

Aria was aware that some women lubricated their male partners with their mouths. She shunned the thought, believing the male organ should go nowhere but inside its female counterpart. Mouths were for eating, talking, and kissing. Those “other things” were for “other women” to do.

Feeling confident, she lay herself on his shaft, rubbing the frenulum between her moist crevasse with a gentle roll. It was an effort to lubricate him in her own way, but the strained, low groans from James's throat indicated that the stimulation was already more than enough.

"...Gods Aria...!"

He gritted his teeth as his rigidity erotically slid through her swollen lips in a sensuous, rhythmic grind, glazing itself in her ambrosial honey. Aria felt her nether regions melt, her violet brows furrowing with a contortion of guilty satisfaction.

"Haa... hnnn..."

This act was stimulating enough. But Aria, her breaths deep and hurried, knew she could not stop it here.

She clasped his hand with her right. With her other hand, she positioned his manhood directly beneath her entrance, her heart beating in anticipation. Slowly, Aria lowered herself.

"...hnn..."

She bit her lips, bearing the forthcoming pain as the head of his manhood disappeared into her parting petals, and the coils of his length filled out her womanhood. Accompanied by a vivid pant of pain, it quietly penetrated her paper-thin virginity. But she did not stop to whimper or cry. She promised herself that she wouldn't, firmly believing that soldiers shouldn't shed tears over such trivial pain.

Teary beads were ensconced in her dark lashes. But she sheathed him down to his hilt like she promised, the constricting muscles of her womanhood struggling to cope.

"Ah…!”

The mix of James's moans and Aria's pained whimpers filled the apartment air. While James might have entered a heaven, Aria did not follow, for the pain had completely overshadowed any other sensation. It was like a lance or an arrow, but enswathed with a searing flame, with no sign of the sexual relief she sought.

Yet, her eyes shut tight with both pain and resolve; she dared to move. Slowly rocking her hips back and forth, his shaft repeatedly boring into her, she found herself on the verge of tears. Yet when she glanced to see James's rapturous expression she could not bring herself to stop.

"...Aria...!" he moaned in intense pleasure, clutching her waist that trembled with her every little movement and quiver. "Aria...! I--"

"Gods,” she gasped, a tear streaming down her face as she bit her lips.

James could see it. He could see that Aria, as adamant as she was about making love with him for the first time, was not finding pleasure in it at all. Her tears ran too freely, flying soundlessly to his chest with her every shudder. Her cries of pain muted the lubricious melody of their raw connection. And her glistening honey, though profuse, was drowned by velvet ribbons of her blood that coated his shaft.

Her spellbinding countenance, from her ravishing, violet hair to her delicate pubis, had every chamber of James's heart smitten, but as an honorable man who could not derive pleasure from his beloved's pain, he bade her to stop.

"Stop."

And she did without hesitation.

For a moment she stood still. Her chest rose and fell, breathing in an effort to catch up to herself. She did not know why James told her to stop. Was she doing it incorrectly? Did the position cause him pain? She did not care to ask--her inner muscles were aching, and she welcomed the moment of rest.

"Are you okay, Aria," he asked. "I don't want you to continue if it hurts this much. We should stop here."

She was ready to say no-- to show him that, yes, she could handle it to the very end. She was a soldier of the prestigious Devlani Royal Army. She felt herself better than this.

Nonetheless, her own body instinctively swept this pride aside, and with her tear-laden lashes shut tight with distress, she nodded her head, yes.

She slipped off of him and sat on his lap, an expression of mixed desire on her face. She yearned to continue to the end, to complete what they started. Yet the pain was such that her torso grew limp and the tears flowed unfettered, staining cheeks that were once flush with pleasure.

James sat up and embraced her. “Please don’t cry.”

He had always known her to be a strong girl, both in body and mind. Her devotion to her ideals was like no other, and this devotion extended to all other areas of her life.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done this,” he muttered.

“No, James. I’m just… I’m sorry I couldn’t go on.”

James, in the hopes of relieving her in the only way he could, lay her gently back down on the rug. He clasped her beautiful legs again, spreading them and revealing the pink petals of her vulva, glistening red with dark laces.

Once again, he buried in his face within those legs, kissing them and indulging in the heat of her peach. He ran his tongue through her gently pouty cleft, gathering her nectar and her blood together. His warm breath rushed through her modest patch of violet silk like a breeze across a field of grass, encouraging tiny quakes of pleasure to cut through the pain that pervaded her nether regions.

"Oh, James…”

The pain of their lovemaking fast faded. As James's wet tongue slipped repeatedly in and out her, his rough hands stroking her soft thighs, Aria began to moan and gasp once more. Her cheeks grew flush again, her once pained breaths brimming with anticipation. Something was approaching. Like droplets of gathering water, it was coming together in one mass, poised to fall to the Earth. Writhing in titillation, Aria's hands slowly inched to her swollen bud in an attempt to touch it. But James, his lips claiming it for himself, had gotten there first.

"...aaaaaHHH!!"

She let out a shrill scream as James sucked and fondled it furiously, taking her fast to the summit. His fingers slipped into her moist depths, massaging her convulsing walls with rapid strokes. Her slender abdomen, glistening with perspiration, twitched and shuddered before the impending release. And she grit her teeth, clutching James’s hair before her entire frame contorted with an explosive pleasure.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was unable to stifle her scream. Her pubic silk stood on end as the electrifying orgasm sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, all the way down to the tips of her toes. James had sealed her entire orifice with his lips, and he tasted a brief splash of her lush release.

"….aaahh!!!"

Aria felt as though she was falling from the sky, with layers upon layers of blank bliss coursing through her mind that stole all of her senses in unison.

The climax lasted for several seconds. And when it receded into the afterglow, she lay spent and sprawled across the rug.

“I think that means you liked it.”

Aria’s laughter cleansed the atmosphere.

"James, I'm sorry I--"

"Don’t worry about it, Aria. It doesn’t matter. What I care most about is you.

"...alright."

The couple then sat before the fire for some time, having wrapped themselves together in the quilt. James prepared a hot water bath, which they took separately. Soaking in the water, Aria couldn’t help but realize that they should have bathed before their lovemaking, not after. No matter, thought she. Her muscles—both in and out—ached, and she needed the bath more than anyone.

When the clock struck midnight, Aria approached the living room dressed in only her undergarments and a simple shirt. Having already bathed, James graciously left the bed to Aria while he took to sleeping on the bearskin rug. But Aria wouldn’t have that. Slipping under James’s blanket, Aria cuddled him from behind as he snored, settling her bare thighs around his. Content with that position, she slept with him until dawn.





Outside, a figure sat hunched on the stairs of the porch, silently smoking a pipe and peering upwards at the starry skies. He may or may not have heard the couple a floor or two up. Nonetheless, he smoked away, looking somber as he reminisced about a time long ago.

He wagered his assistance at the The Chevalier’s Inn was sorely missed. Indeed, when Ian had returned from his trip to the seedier parts of town, seeking nothing more than a better drink than what was offered, he returned to a veritable hall of corpses. Carrying Aria on his shoulder, he and the injured James fled the premises.

“Oh, Commander…” he muttered to himself. “Sometimes the fool. Always the saint.”

He exhaled another ring of smoke, his baggy eyes begging him to sleep while his mind stayed alert.

His brow furled as he sat deep in thought. Last night’s sequence of events did not fit nicely as they should, thought he. It was mere coincidence that James had shown up at the Chevelier’s Inn when he did. And for an assassination attempt to occur at that very moment was highly suspect, if not premeditated.

Neither James nor Ian informed anyone of their coming—not even their allies at the safehouse. But even so, Ian felt it prudent to keep watch because there was a chance, however slight, that an enemy knew James was here in the capital.

He was right.
