A Wayward Arrow

Chapter Three: Wedding Night

In this darkness, he knew she could not see his face or his naked form, though he could see her; could see the frightened look in her eyes. The uncertainty that drew her brows just slightly together as she tried to discern his features through the shadow. If there was anyone in this world that he didn't want to fear him, it was Psyche. He didn't know if his heart could take the woman of his obsession; the very center of his desires and fantasies; if she were to cast her gaze away from his for fear of the look in his eyes. It was better this way, that he remained plunged into the inky darkness. Where their lives could remain in blissful ignorance of what he was.

"But why not-" Psyche had begun to question his notion of looking upon his face. To reveal his true form to her, because surely he could disguise himself so that she could look upon him.

He would not let her completely ask her question. Instead, he was taking her lips, quelling her words with the subtle pressing of a tiered form that urged hers to respond in kind. Forming and pressing, molding them to pucker and pull back to ease her lips to part ever so slightly with the softest of sound and a lilt of a sigh that left Psyche like a gentle huff of breath. No, he would not answer her or entertain her questioning mind. He had spent too many years wanting to taste those lips to merely sit there and watch them part to speak. Had spent too many years yearning for the knowledge of what he'd find in the warmth of her body pressed against his.

"You smell of cassia and cloves..." Her words shook in a breathy whisper against his lips that had barely pulled away from her own. "... and hints of iron."

A huff of breath that puffed from his nostrils was the only sound in response to her comment. The scent of him which married into the taste of his tongue, no doubt what she commented upon. His fingers urged along her jaw. Inching up towards the base of her head, digits outstretching into those golden curls to let them lace freely as he cradled her head in his palm. Drawing her closer to his bare chest and pulling her off of the pouf she was sitting upon to her knees between his own. He was claiming her lips all over again. Harder and more urgently than the last time. Bringing them into a swelling dance that barely gave her a chance to break away for little gasps of air.

When he finally released her mouth to roam down to her chin, nipping gently into her skin, she was panting. Her body was warm and the sweet scent that grew from between her thighs was only becoming stronger with each increasing thud of her heart from within her chest. Eros took in a deep breath through his nose as he tucked his face against her neck, dragging his lips and tongue along her flesh till the fabric of her peplos at her shoulder stopped his exploration. Her body trembled, quivering gently beneath every little touch he made. A mix of fear and arousal. He could smell every instance of it upon her.

"Open your robes." Eros was releasing his grip on her hair. Allowing her some space between them; giving her a chance to breathe. Even in the dark, he could see the flushing of her face, the beet-red color that spanned her cheek bones down to the top of her bosom.

There was hesitation, a look of confusion upon Psyche's face as if she didn't understand what he was asking of her, but he knew she knew well enough what happened on the wedding night. The consummation of the marriage did have to take place and, as much as he wanted her to feel safe in her new home, in this palace of his that they now shared, he desperately wanted her and, like a selfish child, he wouldn't wait to unwrap his prize. He wouldn't wait any longer to have her.

"I've never done this before."

There was a snort of sound from the god, a sort of chortle of a laugh, as if he didn't know. "Hardly a confession." Eros reached for the cord that wrapped around her waist and kept her peplos cinched around her. "You don't have to fear me, Psyche. I don't plan to hurt you."

With his words, Psyche was shrugging the peplos off of her shoulders. Slowly allowing the fabric to give way, but Eros reached up to stop it from completely dropping from her body. Allowing the silken robes that now hung loosely from her to more drape her naked frame like a lovely wrap. Revealing the curve of her pale breast and rosy-pink n*****s taught from the soft breeze that stoked against her skin. As the gown opened along the front, Eros took in his fill of her body. Drinking in the sight of her.

He noted how she turned her head. Her eyes squeezed shut as the gooseflesh pimpled along her skin. She shook more than she had when he had simply touched her only moments before. There was a sound from him, the chorus of a humph, and he drew up to his feet. His digits came to her chin, turning her head aside and up to look at him. Despite what he had told her, she still had that fear of him. She still quaked with it. It still scented her, hidden within the tinges of arousal. How would he quell this fear that raged inside of her?

"Stand." He commanded her and he'd offer his hand to help her to her feet. She took it and did as she was asked.

He led her towards the bed, turning her back to it. With an arm around her waist, he laid her down upon it and followed suit on top of her, pulling the robes open to splay along the bed beneath her as he adjusted her thighs to part to allow room for his hips to settle between them. His hands gripped her hips and he'd give them a tug down the bed to flush her pelvis into his, which earned a gasp from the woman beneath him.

The sound of her heart was like a pounding drum in his ears. As if everything he was doing was suddenly moving all too fast for her. She couldn't see what he was doing in the dark, but she could surely feel him. Feel his weight settling down on top of her. The girth of him settled between her thighs and up against the heat of her core though he made no moves to enter her body. No, he was letting her adjust to the heaviness of him simply lying on top of her. One elbow into the mattress, as the other stroked her hair from her face and cradled her cheek in his hand. Her own were pressed between their chests, as if afraid to explore his body.

"What are you afraid of most?"

The question came as his body dipped down along hers, his mouth returning to her shoulder to continue it's descent down to her collarbone. The slow torturous effect only brought heat from his mouth that quickly cooled in the wake of his lips. They eased their way down towards her chest though his eyes kept their studious gaze upon her face, knowing she had her worries about what was to happen. Even if this was going to happen tonight, that didn't mean her first time had to be scary.

"My sisters..." She breathed between the sensations his mouth was bringing, "... they told me that it hurts. I can feel you and it feels too big. There's no way it'll fit inside of me."

Eros laughed again, the entire notion had been a turn on. Did she really think he would just shove himself into her? "That's not the only reason you tremble, but let me ease that fear, my Psyche. I've wanted you for long enough that once I'm ready to be inside of you, I'm not going to last long at all. That wouldn't make for much of an experience and, for your first time, I'd rather you only know pleasure, understand?"

There was a gentle nod in the dark from the woman beneath him. Eros lowered himself down further and further. Tracing his lips with little kisses and nips of his teeth. Each slow descent of his mouth was taken with little twitches and spasms of Psyche's body as he brought her nerves to heightened sensations. Drawing himself closer and closer to her s*x. As he came to the mound of soft golden hair, he'd bypass to find her inner thigh, nipping gently into her skin.

The curve in his back gave him an arch as he hunched down between her knees. The hand in her hair slithered down to her breast. Gripping it firmly as she gasped and groaned. Finding her n****e as he played and pinched, twisting it gently between forefinger and thumb. Every little tease of his mouth, every little brush of his breath drew little noises from her now. Ones that had her bringing the back of her hand over her lips as if afraid of someone hearing her sounds. He pressed on, urging his kisses from one thigh to the other, down towards her knee and back up.

The scent of her juices came with the glistening of her labia and as he drew closer, he finally lapped his tongue against the lips of her p***y, earning a squeak of noise from her. His tongue slithered in and passed her labia. Gathering as much of her dew as possible. Up and down he drug his tongue, just missing the little nub of nerves that was situated at the top of her slit. Letting his nose brush against it each time his tongue drug back down along the entrance.

Psyche started to writhe and twist her upper body along the bed, panting softly as her chest heaved with the effort to keep her beating heart from hammering free. Her other hand had been resting next to his on her breast, was now moving on top of his. It did not push his hand away, only rested on top. Her fingertips seemingly testing how his hand felt as the tendons moved as he twisted and plucked her n****e.

"Please~" She whimpered softly, "Everything feels strange, like my nerves are on fire." She pleaded with him.

That was when his mouth changed course. The lapping stopped and his tongue came to that little nub of her swelled c**t. It circled it gently, once, twice, then he wrapped his lips around it and began to suckle upon it gently. Flicking his tongue in circles around it. Psyche gasped, then moaned out. Her upper body came up off of the bed as her hands went into the mattress and her hips tried to pull away from his mouth. Eros released her breast and both hands went to her hips, holding her in place as he kept the pressure even. Almost drooling in his work, eyes watching her as she laid back. Arching in turn as she squealed and whimpered.

Then, her body tightened, her thighs went to clamp down around his head, but his hand was quick to hold one of her legs down against the bed. Her orgasm came in waves. Each one strong as her body tightened and released. Her juices slithered out like a flowing river from her entrance. Her sounds were soft and flowed with her ohs and ahs and then her body went limp against the bed. He released his mouth from her body. Lapping at her juices for a moment to taste her. Sweet like nectar.

He moved back up, returning to rest above her as she twitched and spasmed. Eros found her mouth once more. Letting her taste herself upon his tongue and lips as he positioned himself at her slickened entrance. She'd feel the pressure of the bulbous head begin to slowly edge it's way inside of her and she'd whimper in response.

"Shh, relax." His words were breathy against her lips, dark and honeyed with his lust. "Don't bare down against me. I won't be long."

He had already came a bit, as it were. The head was slick with his own lubrications, so each inch he fed her as she relaxed went in easier than it would have should she been tensing against him. He was throbbing, every beat of his heart pulsing through the length of his c**k and once he was fully inside of her, he settled his hips against hers and stilled. Allowing her body to adjust to how it felt to have him inside of her. Each pulse and throb from her walls made it hard to keep his hips still as he continued to kiss her.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?" The question was more matter of fact.

"It's a lot of pressure."

The god let out a hum of amusement, drawing his hips back slowly, which caused a gasp from Psyche. Then, he thrust back in. Each drive of his hips was slow and deliberate. Meant to get Psyche more used to the feeling of having him inside of her rather than for his own pleasure but as he had told her, he wouldn't last long. On a plunge inward, he felt the surge of his seed go free with the beat of his heart. He groaned, gripping her as each race of his heartbeat drew another spurt, then another. He drove his hips in deep. Letting his orgasm fill her as it crashed into him over and over with a pleasure he hadn't felt in ages.

As he pulled out, he felt the mess of their juices spill out from between them and he saw the look upon her face that spoke of her confusion over the sensation. There was a smirk that started to form across his features as he laid down beside her and turned onto his side, pulling her to lay next to him. Her back to his chest. An arm for her to rest her head upon. This was how he'd hold her till sleep would eventually take her.