Let's Train Heroine

The zipper at the side of the gown gave easily; the teeth separated, leaving the fabric parted and only a hint of the flesh exposed to the air. Maris bit down on her lower lip, looked at her reflection in the mirror and took several calming breaths before sliding the bodice of the dress down. The material slowly gathered at her feet. Silk, satin, lace, beads, crystals, and other various glimmering fabrics and gems, lay in a clump as she stepped free of the ensemble.

Her shoes had been discarded upon entering the spacious bathroom and soon they along with the dress were taken up by trembling hands and placed in a small closet.

Maris heard the sound of Lucan shuffling about just outside the door. She wondered if he was as nervous as she was; she doubted it. Lucan always stayed calm and they already saw each other naked and did some stuff together.

Lucan sat on the edge of the bed. His face was calm but his legs felt weak and his heart beat loud enough to signal a neighboring country that he was about to deflower a virgin.

He pulled the loosened tie even further from his neck allowing more room for him to breathe. A mental chastising soon followed as he told himself to act like an adult, not some lovesick pup. He was twenty-five for god's sake.

A quiet whooshing sound filled the room. Lucan looked up and saw Maris step out of the bathroom. He stood up and took in the sight of the woman before him.

Maris blushed as her husband's gaze drifted lazily over her body. She stood there, her knees trembling and her hands busily playing with the strings of the lace nightgown she now wore. The material was white; lace covered her chest; tiny straps held the thin fabric up, allowing her to keep her attributes to herself for just a bit longer. Her stomach, hips, and thighs were covered by a flimsy wisp of white, small beads littered the bottom in some sort of design that Lucan could not distinguish from the beauty that was Maris.

He wished then that he had taken the time to dress for her. Yet, he had been lost in thought and consumed with desire that he'd kept contained for months. Now he was covered in cotton and linen. A black tuxedo jacket had been removed when he walked in, but he'd not yet bothered to take off his shoes, pants, vest, or shirt.

He stood there shielded from her, while she displayed so much. He reached up and finished removing his tie, and then took off his vest. It was after tossing it to the side of the bed, allowing it to fall in a disheveled clump that he realized he'd not yet spoken a word to her. Clearing his throat Lucan turned back, faced the creature before him and whispered how beautiful she looked.

He walked to her, closing the distance. He touched her face, traced the line of her jaw, cupped her chin and pulled her toward him. Their lips touched and though they had kissed a thousand times before, for Maris it felt as if it were the first time. Her belly tightened and her pulse raced. While she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dance alongside hers, she placed one hand on his hip and the other on his chest. The pounding of his heart was felt easily beneath her touch. She smiled against his lips, realizing that he too was nervous as she.

A warm puff of breath slipped from Lucan's lips as he moved away to leave small kisses on her neck. One of his hands moved to glide to the back of her head; his fingers tangled in the curls that had been heavily coated with spray and styling products. He did his best to not pull on the tendrils as he turned her head and sucked softly on the smooth flesh. A small red mark would later color, proving to all that she was his. He moved his mouth further up; his teeth tugged her ear lobe, while another hand moved to slide down her arm, then across to settle on her hip. Discover stories at empire

They moved slowly, each one taking a moment to relish the sounds the other made. Maris took note of the soft groans that came from Lucan's throat and the rumbling in his chest when she began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers toyed with the undershirt that he'd worn. Curls of chest hair peeked out of the collar; those she teased with her nails.

Lucan stepped back, pulled off his buttoned shirt, and then lifted the thin cotton one away, leaving himself shirtless. He watched Maris's gaze move from his face to his chest. She reached out and touched his nipple. A shot of heat skated from the center point, down to his groin. His cock jerked in response; the desire to be free of the constraining formal wear was unnerving. After a long deep breath he reached down and released the button on his pants.

Maris bit down on her lower lip. "Let me," she said.

His lips formed in a long "O" as he dropped his hands. Breath, held tight in his lungs, was expelled. She slipped one hand down the full length of his crotch.

As Maris slid her hand over her husband's cock, she blinked away the nervousness she felt; calming breaths were taken in as she eased the zipper down and opened the material of his slacks; she had done this before as she calmed down.

Dark boxers barely kept the engorged flesh of his shaft contained. She felt the head. She licked her lips, imagining what his cock would look like. She reached into the slit of the fabric and wrapped her hand around the hard flesh. Instantly Lucan's body responded.

His chest grumbled. His stomach tightened and his cock throbbed and jerked toward her. Maris continued to torment her lower lip with her teeth as she ran her hand up and then down the thick rod, opening her hand slightly allowing a soft friction and then closing it more tightly to stroke the veins and tissue that were covered in soft skin.

Lucan allowed himself to simply bask in the newness that assailed him. Her fingers rolled over the head of his cock and stilled when the pads of her digits came in contact with the pre cum that had beaded out of the tip.

Maris knew what he liked. She stepped up, and reached in with her other hand. Carefully began to caress the soft sack that kept his balls safe. She rolled the spheres between her fingers and kept them tucked away, until Lucan asked her to let him go. Maris did.

Her chest rose and fell in excitement as Lucan stepped back; his shoes, pants, socks, and boxers were soon discarded. The playing field was still not level. He stood there naked. His cock swollen and hungry for his wife. His chest pounding with need. His fingers were clenched into tight fists as he stood there waiting to see what Maris would do.

Maris smiled, She knew she held the power. Lucan gave her and Maris won't disappoint her husband.

Maris took a moment to calm her thoughts. Her hands moved to her gown and she undid the strings at the bodice. Her breasts were tight and heavy; both nipples were hard and swollen. The skin was sensitive to the touch of the fabric as it moved across her skin. She pushed the panels of lace away, allowing Lucan the opportunity to see what she'd been hiding under sweaters, blouses and jackets.

She cleared her throat when he whispered again words that told of her beauty. "I love you," he added, as she licked her lips and began to lift the gossamer fabric away.

Time seemed to stop as each one of them looked upon the other. Lucan saw the white skin of his wife; the pink nipples of her breasts, the trimmed hairs of her pussy and the long lean legs that would soon be wrapped around him.

No matter how many times he looked at this scene, he never got bored and felt more beautiful each time he looked at it.

It took a lifetime for him to breathe as she stood there, waiting for some sign that he was pleased. She moved closer and at the same time they reached out to one another.

"Wow," Lucan said before he kissed her. Her smile was lost in the touch of their mouths meeting. Their tongues again were dancing with each other. The muscles slid in and out, curling and rolling, as their naked bodies pressed together.

The curly hairs of Lucan's chest tickled and scratched at Maris's breasts. Her nipples ached and unknowingly she rubbed herself harder into him. Lucan's hands moved up and down her back, cupped the back of her head, then moved to slide along the back of her ass. He pulled her up and gathered her into his arms. "Wrap your legs around my hips," he told her. She did so and soon he was carrying her over to the bed.

When they reached the side, he lowered her to the soft coverings and pressed kisses to her forehead, before covering her lips again with his. The kiss was harder, filled with more pressure and hotter desire. Moans of want and arousal bubbled up from both of them as he guided her back to the mattress; soon Maris lay on her back, her hands moving to cover her boobs and pussy.

Lucan allowed her to hide what she wanted, but knew eventually she would forget about shielding herself from him.

The mattress sagged as she settled herself on the bed. She watched her husband move so he could position himself slightly above her. His mouth came down and she kissed him. It was a quick kiss; soon he was gone. His lips moved away from hers.

Lucan began to lick and touch her shoulders with his tongue and teeth. He then moved to her collarbone and down to the dip between her breasts. She felt his hands moving along her ribcage; her body shifted slightly at the touch that caused a quick tickle to dance up her spine. He apologized and she giggled, before she stilled. His mouth lay against the curve of her right breast.

Lucan nuzzled her fingers; kissed the tips and slowly used his mouth and nose to coax away the palm of her hand. He licked around the edge of her nipple, teasing the ridged flesh that had grown tight. The hard nub was soon encased between his lips; its tip bathed by the gentle swishing of his tongue.

He heard her gasp. The sound was all the encouragement he needed. He opened his mouth and took a more knowing hold on the delicate flesh. The suckling motion was one that alternated between gentle and aggressive. He learned what she liked; listened to the sounds she made and felt the way her body responded.

Maris wasn't sure what to say or do as her husband lavished her with attention. Her hands fell away; her arms felt like lead. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Lucan moved from one tit to the other. He licked, bit, and kissed his way around both globes, until she was writhing. He told her how delicious her skin was and how much he loved her and wanted her. She took a deep breath and caught the musky scent of her pussy. Another blush of pink covered her skin. Her body felt hot and yet she shivered at the touch of her husband's hand moving down to the soft curls of her pussy.

She took great care in trimming away the thick curls of her pussy. Her sister had told her she could either keep the curls, trim them, or do away with them completely. She'd chosen to keep a small patch.

Lucan moved slowly down the length of Maris's body. He took time exploring her skin, touching her with his fingertips, his nails, and the tip of his nose. When he reached her belly button he made sure to tease the center, making his wife giggle and push at him with her palms. She pushed downward.

He looked up, caught her gaze and drifted down the final inches it took to reach the top of her pussy.

He did this before but today, he was not doing it as a lover or boyfriend but as a husband.

Lucan began to kiss the top of her pussy, then the lips. He dipped his tongue against the hooded flesh, rolled it back and forth, then lapped slowly at the inner skin.

"Oh God," Maris whispered. Her legs fell apart, giving him another inch or two of space. He told her again how wonderful she tasted. His tongue moved further down, toying with the hole and seeking some of the moisture that was pooling at the edge. He drank what she offered and dove in for more.

The initial invasion of Lucan's mouth on her pussy made goosebumps rise up and cover Maris's skin. Instinctively her hips rolled forward and she offered her body to her husband. She felt one of Lucan's hands slide under her ass, while the other slipped over her pussy and opened her.

Her body bucked upward as he pushed his tongue deeper into her sex. In and out the muscle moved, coaxing more fluids from her. She felt sloppy and overly aroused.

He slipped one finger into the tight entrance and began to slowly fuck her. Curling the tip of his digit, allowed him to scratch at the fleshy wall and tease the ridges of flesh that were blanketed with juice.

Lucan dined on the mound, embracing the scent that coated him whenever he came up for air. She was slick, hot, delicious, and more than enough woman for him. He devoured her, gently at first, but soon her thrashing drove him to act more vigorously. Her name was ripped from his chest. His cock demanded attention and he knew she was begging for something more, something deeper that only he could provide.

Lucan was not ignorant to the fact that he knew once he left the apex of her pussy and covered her body with his, that Maris would become still and frozen with both apprehension and curiosity. He moved swiftly, but not so fast as to cause fear to rear its ugly head.

"Ready baby?" he asked. His cock was held firmly in his hand. His breath was lodged in his throat. Lucan waited for her to grant him permission to take the one gift she had to offer him at that moment.

"Yes," she told him; her voice was shaky and her face paled slightly. He smiled, covered her mouth with his and kissed her while pushing his dick into the tight channel of her pussy.

Maris's body stiffened at the penetration of her husband's cock and the scent and taste of her pussy's juices. The fullness of his member was lost as were the examinations her taste buds and senses wanted to dwell on. A small knowing prick of pain seemed to swell up inside her.

He pushed deeper; she winced, and bit down on the inside of her mouth, but only nodded her head yes when he asked if she was okay. The length and girth of his rod seemed to complete her as he settled against her. She held him; her arms were wrapped around his back. Her legs tangled with his and she kept him still with the slightest touch of her hands on his shoulders.

Lucan wanted to move. His whole being told him to pound away on the delicate woman that lay beneath him; he waited until he felt her shift and slowly relaxed. The tenderness was still there; he could see it on her face, but he also knew that with practice came perfection and the tenderness would subside until eventually it would disappear.

He eased a few inches out, then slipped back in, allowing her to adjust herself when she felt the need. In time his pace quickened. He heard her moan and grunt in approval. Lucan felt his balls tightened and cursed that he would come too soon.

He knew for her it would take more time to experience the same explosion of release that he was about to receive. As his cum shot out, coating her with slick hot cream, he promised he'd make sure she get her orgsam too.

Maris didn't expect Lucan would cum too soon, but it just made her happy. Since it meant that he was too excited.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

When Lucan moved away, his cock fell against her thigh. She looked down, Lucan told her that he was back in the minute as he went to the bathroom.

As he disappeared into the bathroom, she quickly looked around for something to wipe herself off with. Blood and moisture from her pussy, along with the semen from her husband slipped down her thigh.

Lucan soon appeared with a wet washcloth and a towel in his hand.

After that, Maris got her orgsam, and as for child, then Aurelia told them they can have a child after Maris became 30 years old, for now she was just 18 years old, so it would take another 12 years before they could have a child.