Chapter 13 Ellowyn #2
I stuck my lips firmly together, knowing I would never receive a response or explanation. Alois may want me as his wife, but he didn’t want me as a confidant or friend. Which was fine, because I wanted him as none of those things.
I was distracted from my thoughts as Alois’ rough palms traced up my legs from my ankles, rubbing my knees before settling on my inner thighs. He grasped one in each hand before pushing me impossibly wider, my hips screamed in protest, the lips of my pussy separating with the movement.
“There she is,” he growled, his hot breath fanning over my exposed sex. I involuntarily clenched in response.
Alois hummed.
“Leave your legs like this,” he instructed before removing his hands from my thighs. A singular finger traced my outer lips completely before moving to circle my inner lips. His touch was featherlight, almost nonexistent, and a bit of my arousal returned.
“So responsive,” he mumbled as he continued his absent ministrations. That same finger found my clit, circling it twice as I gasped at the sensation, before gently trailing over each of my openings.
Suddenly, with no warning, Alois shoved his wandering finger into my center up to his knuckle.
I gasped and cried out at the sudden intrusion, my fingers clenching the sheets.
“Tight. Too tight,” he said quietly as he began to thrust his singular digit in and out of my cunt.
A second finger joined the first and I cried out again from the intrusion, a stinging pain radiating from where his body was connected with mine.
“Relax, wife. I’m just loosening you up to take me.”
Easier said than done.
I panted, desperately trying to breathe through the sting as his fingers continued to thrust and explore. He twisted his wrist, reaching a different angle, and I writhed as his knuckles seemed to push against my inner walls. Alois’ other hand came to rest on my belly, holding me in place.
He pushed his fingers in further, and I clamped down, trying to wiggle away from the intrusion.
“Hold still, Ellowyn. You’re still intact. I have to break your hymen, and It’ll hurt less if I do it now than if I used my cock.” Alois muttered something before I felt him stretch his fingers inside again. There was a sharp pinch of pain, and I gritted my teeth, hands fisting the bedsheets.
Why couldn’t Torin have broken that? He would’ve been . . . gentler.
An ache bloomed in my chest as I thought about my ex-fiancé. This moment should have been his—this marriage should have been his.
I suddenly, deeply, regretted my choice.
By any means necessary sounded more like a death knell than a mantra.
Tears pricked against the back of my eyelids as Alois continued loosening me for his cock.
If I close my eyes, I can imagine it’s Torin.
Alois’ hand left my stomach to catch the tears falling in earnest. “The pain will be over soon. In fact, you should start to feel some pleasure now.”
He said it so clinically—like he wasn’t taking my virginity, wasn’t having sex with his wife for the first time.
So unlike Torin.
No matter how detached Alois behaved, he was right; slowly, I felt pleasure begin to unfurl in my belly, a heat building in my core as wetness coated Alois’ fingers. A low moan slipped unbidden as I rocked my hips down to meet each thrust of his fingers.
“There you go, wife. There you go,” Alois husked, his fingers picking up pace as a slick sound filled the bedroom. “Creaming all over my hand. I bet you’re ready for my cock now.”
Alois withdrew his fingers and I groaned at the loss of them, the fire I was chasing previously dying down to smolder again.
He brought the two digits to his mouth, coated in blood and arousal, and sucked.
He hummed deeply, his eyes whizzing wildly, before he removed his fingers from his mouth with a slight frown.
I sat up, prepared to ask what was wrong, but the moment passed, and Alois motioned for me to lie back down, as his eyes stilled once more.
My husband positioned himself above me, his hard dick hanging between his thighs so the tip was resting against my mound. As I suspected, he was above average in both length and width.
Probably a good thing he broke me first, I admitted reluctantly.
The head was large and flared, a shade darker than his natural olive tone, and precum wept from the hole at the tip. A trail of it connected his bobbing erection and my lower stomach.
I reached out to touch it before one of Alois’ hands came up and grasped the offending wrist, pinning it above my head. He copied the move with my other wrist before shooting me a droll look.
“No touching, wife,” he growled, and I gulped, nodding my head in acknowledgment.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I whispered, and he pressed a chaste, dry kiss to my mouth in response.
Alois shifted his hips, the tip of his cock lining up with my swollen and wet entrance.
“There will be a stretch and a pain similar to what you felt when I broke your hymen,” he stated with little inflection. “I will insert fully in one thrust, then give you time to adjust before moving.”
There he goes with the clinical speech again.
I nodded my head, moving my hips up slightly to lodge his head in my pussy. Alois groaned then, a low, primal sound, before making eye contact with me for the first time all night.
By any means necessary.
I gasped as his eyes darkened and flashed before he thrust suddenly, seating himself to the hilt in my cunt.
I screamed.
No wonder he sent the guards away. It probably sounds like he’s murdering me.
Death by cock.
Alois froze, his whole body stilling as he twitched inside me. I tried to wiggle away, to move so the pressure and stinging pain would abate, but he held me still.
“Just relax, Ellowyn. It’ll fade in a moment.”
I took deep, gasping breaths, my skin dotted with sweat as I waited and prayed for the pain to subside.
After a few minutes of silence, I slowly felt my walls relax around him, the sting abating.
It was still present, but almost ignorable, especially with the indescribable feeling of being full.
My body reacted on instinct, my walls clenching around him as I minutely shifted my hips. Alois sighed in response.
“Okay,” I panted. “Okay, you can move.”
“Finally,” he rasped before pulling out to the tip and thrusting fully back inside again. My body jolted with the force, my breasts bouncing, as he repeated the motion. There was little finesse to it, little movement other than his cock exiting my pussy only to reenter again a moment later.
We didn’t speak, barely made eye contact, as my husband fucked me, using my body for his pleasure. I felt that strange, elusive fire build in my core again, but it was firmly out of reach. Like a beacon I could see but not touch.
Alois groaned and huffed, sweat beading on his skin and mine as he moved inside me. I moved my hips up to meet his own as his balls slapped against my ass.
After a few minutes, Alois’ thrusts grew erratic, his hands clenched around my wrists nearly cutting off the circulation as he pounded relentlessly into my pussy before groaning low and burying himself to the hilt once more. I felt his cock twitch inside me as he ground his pelvis into my own.
He stilled above me, releasing my wrists and pushing himself to his knees. I pulled my arms down, gently massaging the feeling back into my hands. Alois slipped from me without a word, and I felt a gush of wetness from where he used to be.
My legs shook from staying open for so long, and I watched as Alois redressed.
That’s it?
It all felt rather anticlimactic—that fire I was chasing was still there, just a burning ember, and my clit throbbed in expectation.
How . . . disappointing.
“You can use the bathroom to clean yourself up. I will provide you with a tunic and pair of pants for the return to your room.” Alois spoke with a cool indifference, his gaze not meeting my own, and I flinched at his words.
“You don’t want me to stay?” I tentatively asked, not sure what answer I desired. He shook his head, already moving to the armoire in the corner.
“Have a servant launder these and return them tomorrow,” he said, avoiding my question completely. “I have work that must be finished. Please see yourself out when you’re done.”
My legs quaked as I closed them, Alois’ cum sticking to the inside of my thighs. I quickly covered my bare breasts with my arm, suddenly embarrassed and ashamed of my nakedness. I felt dirty and used—like a toy played with and broken, then cast aside.
Alois strode to the bathroom and deposited the extra set of clothes before leaving the bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a final snick.
I laid still for a moment, trying to force my brain to make sense of what just happened. My chest heaved as I fought back rising tears.
Pulling myself from the bed, I waddled to the bathroom as cum dripped down my thighs, some landing on the rug as I walked. I left it.
Good. I hope it stains.
I cleaned myself quickly in the bathroom, eradicating all evidence of our tryst, before reluctantly pulling on Alois’ clothes.
I would rather walk naked to my room than wear his clothing, especially after what happened just now, but I had a feeling he would not appreciate his new bride showing off her nakedness for anyone to see.
Quicker than lightning, I left the bedroom, refusing to look at the bed where I just gave Alois a piece of myself. The room still smelled like sex, the scents of lavender and petrichor twining overtop.
I cautiously opened the bedroom door and found the sitting room empty; I couldn’t decide if that made me relieved or disappointed.
I need to talk to Pip. I need to talk to Torin.
My heart ached and eyes stung as I left my husband’s rooms to return to my own, vowing to never enter his again.