The brunette slowed her movements, enjoying the feel of the smooth wetness against her fingers. It turned the skin impossibly soft. Moving, she gently eased Sarah’s legs open with the hand that was already between the blonde’s legs and positioned her body between them.

Sarah’s breath caught as she realized what was about to happen. She felt her legs opened further, and then nudged, indicative of Fallon wanting her to raise her knees. She did, feeling the cool night air whisper against her sex. She felt so vulnerable. In a small way, she almost wished that Fallon had his pants off as well. Perhaps she’d feel a little more at ease.

Fallon moved herself over her wife, holding herself up with a hand placed next to Sarah’s shoulders, and reached down with the other to between their bodies.

She could feel an immense heat radiating between their bodies in the small space between Sarah’s thighs. She reached inside her pants, immediately feeling the ‘manhood.’ She grabbed it, lightly tugging until it came loose from the confines of her leather pants. Once it was free, she guided it toward the hot, wet spot between the blonde’s thighs.

"Are you ready, milady?" she asked, her voice just slightly breathy. She saw the nod, and she gently eased the head of the phallus just inside Sarah’s opening. She watched carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain.

Sarah closed her eyes as she felt her husband’s penis touch her sex, her hands at her sides, fists clenching the sheet beneath her. The warmth that Fallon had created in her with his fingers flared to life once again as her sex was touched once more.

She felt the slightest bit of discomfort as Fallon pushed in a little more, spreading her inexperienced walls a bit more with his width. She held her breath as he pushed in more, feeling him stop when he reached the barrier of her maidenhood.

Fallon closed her eyes, amazed that even though the phallus strapped to her hips was not truly a part of her, she still was able to feel. The sensation of entering into Sarah’s body was incredible, and she had to hold her breath to try and keep her breathing under control.

She stopped when she heard the small noise Sarah made when she felt something, some sort of barrier. Realizing what it was, she opened her eyes and looked down at the face of her wife.

"Are you alright, milady?" she asked, her voice even more breathless and husky than it had been before.

"Yes, my lord," Sarah said, her own voice breathless, though more from fear than desire.

"I have to break through, my wife," Fallon said, her hips begging her to move again. Sarah nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. She braced herself as she felt Fallon begin to move again. He moved his hips, pulling himself out, slow and steady, only to push back in. He was getting her used to the feel of him inside her. Pushing in a little more with each slow thrust until he was at the barrier again, this time he did not stop.

"Oh," Sarah breathed, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the brief sting, then the strange sensation of being completely filled. Fallon, totally inside, held still. She held herself up on her arms and looked down into the beautiful face of her wife. Sarah breathed slow and easy for a moment, a small wrinkle forming between her brows as she concentrated on what was happening to her body. Finally the green eyes opened, and she looked up into the intense blue that were looking down at her.

Sarah was getting used to the feeling of her husband inside her, and though foreign, she could not say it was completely unpleasant.

Seeing that the blonde was alright, Fallon began to move her hips again. Slowly pulling out to the tip of the head, she thrust back in, though she kept her stroke smooth and slow. Sarah released a soft sigh upon re-entry, and Fallon felt it down to her core. The end of the phallus pushed against her own sex with every movement, and she looked down at Sarah with lust-glazed eyes.

She adjusted her hands against the mattress, spreading her weight more equally upon her arms, and continued to move slowly within her wife.

Sarah closed her eyes again, but this time it was out of a faint pleasure that she could detect. She still had fear, but had the distinct feeling that perhaps giving Fallon his duty would not be as bad as she had worried.

Instinctively her knees raised, and her lips opened slightly in a soundless sigh as she felt Fallon go deeper within her body. She wanted to bring her hands up and touch her husband, but wasn’t sure if that was allowed. She did not know what he liked, or would let her do.

Fallon groaned when she felt Sarah open up to her more, the blonde’s legs opening wider, her knees lifting to allow her to thrust even deeper. Her movements were getting a little faster as she felt a burning low in her stomach, a burning that begged for more.

Sarah felt the need to move her hips a bit, wanting more, but what that more was, she had no idea. Just wanted.

Soon the large room was filled with the sound of snapping embers and skin slapping skin. The occasional wet sound of the phallus sliding in and out of Sarah’s depths sent Fallon into a spin. She gripped the sheet beneath her hands with clenched fingers, the muscles in her arms and back tensing as she thrust faster and faster, the phallus moving quickly, slicing through the continual wetness.

Fallon raised her head, eyes closed, mouth open as her orgasm began. Her skin slapped ruthlessly against Sarah’s as her body took over. She could not keep the panting under control, nor the groan that was building in her throat.

Sarah spread her legs wider as the thrusts got faster, needing more contact. She felt as though pleasure were just out of reach, when suddenly it began to gain, increasing her breaths, making her feel lightheaded. Fallon yelled out, his hips jerking a few times, his manhood slamming into her. Sarah bit her bottom lip as she felt an immense wave of pleasure rip through her, though she was determined not to make a sound.

Fallon felt the hot breath of her young bride on her, and she looked down, still trying to recuperate from her intense experience. She was pleased to see the look of flushed pleasure on Sarah’s face, though the woman made not one sound.

The brunette stayed put for a moment, not sure she could do anything else. Any move she made put more pressure on her sex, which was overtaken with pulsing pleasure.

Finally, after a moment to recover, she slowly pulled out, bringing a slight gasp from the blonde.

"Are you alright, milady?" Fallon asked once she’d gotten her voice back. Sarah, still unable to make a sound, merely nodded. Fallon climbed off her and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at the phallus, which stood erect from the opening in her pants. It glistened with Sarah’s wetness. "I should go," she said softly, standing and rearranging herself. Lacing up her pants, she heard nothing from the small blonde, so she looked at her over her shoulder.

Sarah had gathered the blankets up around herself, her eyes slightly open. She was looking at her husband.

"Good night, wife," Fallon said.

"Good night, my lord," Sarah whispered. She took a deep breath as she heard the man leave her alone. Her body was still trembling from the sensations that she had just felt, still able to feel her husband inside her. It was almost like a phantom lover still hovered.

She sighed, long and deep, and turned to her side, staring at the burning out embers of the fire. The room was mostly thrust into darkness. She closed her eyes and prayed for a quick sleep.

Though she had felt some discomfort, some pain and pleasure, she could not help but feel invaded. She had not wanted this marriage, yet it was thrust upon her. She had not wished to copulate with Fallon, yet they had no choice.

A single tear made a lazy trail down her cheek, only to disappear into the material of her pillow.

Fallon made her way to her chambers, her heart still thundering in her chest.

"My god," she breathed, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. She was glad she had thought to tell her manservant to retire before she had headed to Sarah’s room. She had no desire to see him right now.

Her body was trembling and tingling, her own wetness making her slightly uncomfortable in her leather pants. Pushing away from the door, she was grateful for the fire Charles had started before leaving to his own rooms. She stood before it, unlacing her pants and peeling them down her legs. She looked at the ‘manhood’ that hung between her legs, still seeing the remnants of Sarah’s juices on it.

Quickly she unbuckled the harness that held it in place and tossed it aside. Her own dark curls were wet and sticky from her passion. She had no idea it would feel good to her. God. No wonder men chased women so much. She understood now.

Stripping completely, careful to hide the phallus and harness away, Fallon climbed into her own bed, twice the size which Sarah used. She was exhausted.

Her last thoughts were of how wonderful it had been to be inside the young blonde.

"Mistress, are you alright?" Mary asked as she entered the young bride’s room. By the smell of things, the blonde had been visited by her new husband. She knew that Sarah had been terrified about the ordeal of her wifely duties.

A blonde head barely poked out from underneath the blankets, as Sarah had buried herself all night, finding comfort and safety in the covers. A green eye peeked out.

"I’m fine, Mary," she said, her voice quiet.

"Are you sure?" The older woman sat on the edge of the bed, and took the hand that had squeezed through the cocoon. "Was he here?""

Sarah nodded.