Bedding ceremony {TAG: John Tully}

Jane kept covering her chest with her arms. Her eyes were shut, in an attempt to isolate herself from the rest of the world, but it wasn't working. She was panicking, she was breathing quickly, so quickly her head was spinning, and she was feeling sick and nauseated. The men didn't seem to care though. More precisely, they didn't even notice, eager as they were to uncover her body, to see her naked skin, to touch her...
Some even moved away her arms from her chest, to admire her breast, even to briefly touch her. She didn't have enough strength to oppose to that nightmerish abuse, she could only wait until they had done and cover herself again. She was evidently trembling while they were carrying her away, heading toward her new bedroom, toward something she didn't even dare to think of...
She had just a vague idea of what she was supposed to do, her mother made her a vague speech about the man’s sword and the woman’s sheath, she had a vague idea it was going to be painful and that she was going to bleed, because her mom told her not to worry about that too much… easy to say, but no so easy to do…
As they reached the bedroom, she was thrown on the bed: she was trembling as a wet kitten, her eyes shut, still covering her breat with her hands. She was just barely conscious that the men left because suddenly all the noises and the laughters were gone, the room was quiet.

John was carried into the room by big, strong women. He knew this wasn't pleasant for Jane, but it wasn't exactly pleasant for John either. The younger, prettier women would always be too scared to participate in this ceremony. It was the older, bulkier women who usually took part. Luckily for John, being a man and a Lord, the women showed him much more respect than he assumed the men had shown Jane.
He was put down by the end of the bed, and given a sneaky squeeze of the butt, before the women left the room. No doubt the guards would listen carefully by the door, something that made this situation just the more tense and uncomfortable for him. Jane probably didn't know, so he decided not to tell her about it either.
Jane, having been easier and lighter to carry, was already in the bed when he arrived. Looking at her frail, shaking body didn't exactly ignite a passionate flame in him. She was pale, covering her body with her arms and looking blankly out into the room. She was beautiful, and truly he wanted her body. There was no denying that. Simply looking at her had half awoken his member. Still, he did not wish to approach her. Standing there, naked in front of her, he did not have an incling of an idea of what to say. This situation was strange to him.

She had just started to breath normally again when the door opened once more, letting in a crowd of noisy women that were carrying in John. She knew that even if she didn’t look: she shut her eyes again, waiting for the crowd to leave. She managed not to cry that far, even if she had the instinct to, she wasn’t going to allow herself to do that now. The women left quickly and silence fell again in the room, she slowly opened her eyes again, managing to stare into the voice but she couldn’t bring herself to look at John: she had never seen a naked man before, somehow it felt… wrong… beside, she was scared to have disappointed him. She couldn’t bring herself to look happy enough… maybe she had just dishonored him… she bit her lower lip, waiting for something to happen, but he didn’t move. The room remained quiet. She did wonder if she was supposed to uncover her breast, after all the rest of her body was already in plain view, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.
“I… I’m sorry…” she whispered after a while “I… didn’t manage to… look happy…”

John didn't know what to answer her. He had no words of comfort. He had wanted her to play her role, expected her to behave as a happy wife, wished for her to be confident and mature. That wasn't who she was, however, and no amount of reprimanding her would change that about her. The only thing escaping his lips was a gentle sigh.
"Jane..." he pleaded. "Don't make me feel like I am raping you." This was expected of them both. He had no choice but to take her. Yet he was unsure if he could if she kept acting the part of a victim. He was not a vicious man, he was not a brutal man, but that was the way she made him feel.
He took another step closer to the bed, but refrained from climbing in. If she could perhaps calm herself down a little before they started, it would make this easier on the both of them.

She bit her lower lip harder, feeling at the same time embarrassed and ashamed: she shook her head, no, she didn't want him feel like that. Beside, she didn't see him as a bad man or like he was forcing her into it, but she was scared and she couldn't help that.
Oh, why couldn't they still be on the dance floor? It was so beautiful dancing with him, she felt so happy, her anxiety was finally wearing off... she had actually longed for his touch, for his kiss, it felt so right back then...
Now she was feeling terribly self-conscious, he didn't want to reject him, she just didn't know what to do. A part of her longed for his touch, wanted to feel him close again, wished for him to take her hand and give her strength again, but she was scared as well of what they had to do, of doing something wrong...

John closed his eyes and pressed them with his fingers, venting frustration through a heavy sigh. This really wasn't going to go down well. After a while he opened his eyes and looked at her again, annoyed by the fact she still wasn't looking at him. "Look at me," he near demanded. Why couldn't she be happy? He was a kind man, from a good family, with a future title of Lord, rich lands and a good amount of coin. Any woman in the seven kingdoms would be grateful to be his bride, but she was acting the part of a child. It was time to grow up.
"I am your husband, if you desire me or not. You're my wife, and I expect you to lay with me, bear me children, stand by my side and smile, as any married woman should." A tense silence followed his words, and though he felt guilt for her pain, it made his words no less true.
"I can't force happiness upon you now, but with time I hope you will either come to love me, or learn to pretend you do."

At his request she jolted, she was surprised by his tone but she was expecting him to grow upset. She finally managed to force herself to look at him and couldn't help but blush at the sight of his naked body, even if she took only a brief look at it. She managed to look at him in the eyes, listening to his words in silence. His new attitude did scare her a bit, not too much more than how scared she already was though. She could only nod to his words. She didn't want to push him away, on the contrary, she was starting to wish he would get closer, that distance was getting more and more uncomfortable every passing minute. In an attempt of being more welcoming to him, she slowly uncovered her breast, letting her arms rest on each side of her body, and slightly disclosed her legs Doing so, though, she couldn't bear to look at him anymore and looked down again, blushing again and even more than before. "I... I don't really know what to do... now..." her voice was just a whisper and she didn't say that has an excuse, she had honestly no clue of what she was supposed to do.

John suspected this was as inviting as Jane would ever be, and climbed into the bed with her. Looming over her like this, he was sure she saw him as threatening, but he did not know what to do to help that. Her words at any other time would be comforting, knowing she had kept herself pure for him, but at this moment all he heard was more insecurity and he could not stand it anymore.
"Just... don't speak," he said quietly, looking down between her legs. Gently he caressed the outside of her hips, before grasping her waist and pulling her closer, wedging himself between her legs. He didn't penetrate her yet, but he felt his pelvic region respond to the closeness. Feeling his now hard member resting against her bush made him impatient. Still, he dared not go further out of respect for Jane. For once, he dared not even look her in the eye, but kept his focus on her breasts. Hoping a slow approach might help her ease up, he bent his head down and kissed her right nipple gently.

As he started climbing into the bed, approaching her, her heart started beating harder. She stared at him with wide eyes, feeling fear but also a chill she couldn't explain.
His words sounded to her soothing, it didn't look to her like he was attacking her again, more like he wanted once again to calm her down, to invite her more than order her to stop talking. As his glance fell between her legs she blushed even more and looked away, but she did manage to open a bit more her legs. She felt embarrassed, exposed, vulnerable, but also... weird. There was something she couldn't explain... she wanted to escape but in the same time she wanted him closer... She yelped as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, but it was more for the surprise than for fear. It all felt so unrealistic... As he kissed her on her breast she couldn't keep a soft moan to slip from her lips. She closed her eyes again, she felt numb, too many emotions, too many news... she didn't know what to think, what to feel.

As John's impatience grew, his gentle kisses turned into excited nibbles. Having never been with a woman before, Jane's reactions were both encouraging and surprising. He let his left arm wedge itself between the bed and Jane's back, and pulled her up, closer to him, to feel her naked skin against his. His member pressed against her opening, and it was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted her to be ready, but he was not sure if he could stop himself for much longer. His whole body burned with longing.
He let his mouth wander from her perky nipple to her elongated neck. She was so delicate he both wanted to crush her against his body, and worried that she would break against his touch, like porcelain. While having his mouth so close to her ear, he let himself whisper, "You're my wife now, Jane Tully. You are mine." For the first time since the engagement was announced, he felt joy and pride for that fact. It no longer felt like such a bad thing.

Jane moaned again when he started nibbling on her breast. She felt like it was something bad, like she wasn't supposed to, but she couldn't help herself. As he took her in his arms, bringing her closer, she instinctively brought her arms on his back, clinging to him. Her breath was growing shorter, she felt dizzy and confused. She could feel what she could only immagine was his "sword" close to her entrance and she had only a vague idea of what was going to happen.
"Yes..." she could only manage to reply in a low voice.

Shifting slightly he had to use his right hand to locate her opening and gently penetrated her with the tip of his penis. It was an indescribable feeling of pure pleasure and the rush of the sensation made him enter her fully. The tight, warm grip around his member made him groan into Jane's ear, nibbling down on her earlobe. The lust in him was overwhelming, and he forgot to concern himself with how Jane felt in that moment. All his focus was on the feeling of her insides as he gently moved in and out of her in steady rocking motions, groaning every time he entered her. He wanted to move faster, but restrained himself out of fear that he would finish too quickly.

She was surprised when he looked for her entrance, it felt awkward. As he penetrated her, she moaned again, but this time she moaned in pain: she was wet enough to facilitate his entrance, but she wasn't relaxed enough to enjoy this. Well, she could feel like a liquid fire in her wombs, the sensation of him inside her wasn't only painful, it was even weirdly pleasurable. As he started going in and out both the pain and the pleasure started to grow, but mainly the pain. she hid her face in the cavity between his neck and his shoulder, tightening her grip on his back, clenching her teeth and trying to resist to the impulse to scream.

He couldn't have imagined this sensation would feel as good as it was, and he was almost glad he hadn't known. He might well not have been able to stray from willing women if he had known this was what he had missed out on. It almost made the pain of the evening fade into obscurity, the strain of the day lacking all importance.
As his eager grew, his moans turned louder and the motion of his pelvic region fastened. He wished to hold back, to enjoy this sensation further, but his inexperience made it hard to hold back at all. His grip on his new wife tightened, and he no longer minded handling her roughly. Burrowing himself deep inside her he let out one last grunt and finished inside of her.
After, he had not expected the fatigue, and he kept still, holding Jane close to his body, not letting her go or moving out of her. He enjoyed just keeping still, feeling his seed fill her.

The pain was growing more and more intense, it was a burning sensation and it managed to erase all the pleasure. She couldn't stop herself from spilling a few tears, keeping her grip on John's back and keeping her face buried next to his neck. She started to hope it would just finish soon, but she wasn't brave enough to say anything. She kept clenching her teeth and silently pray it would finish soon. Toward th ed, as he got faster and faster, she even held her breath. As he stopped, coming inside her, she was finally able to breath again: her body was slightly shaking, and she felt soar and in pain. There was blood running down from her intimacy, soiling her tights, John's attributes and the sheets, but she could only suspect that. She kept still as well, trying to recover from the pain, trying to breath normally and to calm down, still keeping her face buried into his cavity and her hands on his back.