The Wife of a Fae Lord — Part 1
It was the best possible option, I kept telling myself. I didn’t like to think of it as my only option, but really? What was my other option? Witness protection was over populated. This marriage was it.
Most marriages meant nothing nowadays, considering that usually either party could file for divorce. That wasn’t an option here.
This was my choice however. The Fae man I married could offer far more protection than any human government ever could. But there was a catch. There always is with their kind.
For the Fae there is no such thing as divorce. Marriage is until death, truly.
The wedding vows were traditional and to my surprise my Fae husband was completely fine with having our wedding at a church.
One of his requests, however, was that we consummate the marriage on the wedding night.
Jiminy Jones, my new husband, was pulling me around a ballroom to introduce me to all of his acquaintances. I tried to keep smiling through the entire process. Thankfully, I had been told to keep my mouth shut while he did all the introductions.
“Time for us to go home,” Jiminy said, taking my elbow and pulling me towards the exit.
Jiminy helped me get my entire dress into the backseat of his car. He drove us to his house, and helped me back out of the car before sweeping me off my feet and carrying me into the house and up the stairs to our new bedroom.
He set me down in front of a floor length mirror and settled his hands over my breasts to hold me close to him. After a few moments the hands came up to my hair to slowly pull out bobbie pins and let my hair fall loosely around my shoulders. He didn’t pull or tug at a single strand that I just had to ask.
“Are you always this gentle?” I asked and Jiminy met my eyes in the full length mirror.
“Not once I have you naked.” It was growled into my ear.
When he was done with my hair. He gathered it up in his hands and pushed it to the front to expose my shoulders and the back of the dress. He unzipped the back of the dress and I saw his smile brighten as my breasts were uncovered.
“I knew they would overflow in my hands.” He whispered, reaching up to fondle my breasts in his hands. My nipples were perky and sensitive, that I was taking in sharp gasps every time his hands brushed over them.
I should have been warned by the wicked grin on his face right before he pinched my nipples hard. I squealed.
“Call me your husband and I’ll let them go.” He said, pulling up on the breast by the nipple.
“You’re my husband!” I screamed and he immediately let go of my nipples.
I stared at the floor, blushing terribly. Another stipulation that Jiminy put on our marriage was that I had to wear crotchless panties, and was currently very obvious that I had been turned on.
“Wet already, darling?” He asked stick one of his index fingers into my vagina and pulling it out to display how slick it was.
“Kind of.” I mumbled.
“Well, too bad. I have a whole night planned for you.” He grinned and pulled me to the bed.
Author’s Note: The story is going to be a serial. See y’all tomorrow.