The sun had already fallen below the horizon, taking away the colorful sky with it. In its place the moon began to rise, round and bright. The stars littered the night sky like so many shining grains of sand. Anya was sleeping soundly, her petals shut tight, wrapping her in a warm cocoon for the night. The moment the sun had disappeared, she had yawned loudly and promptly fell asleep as her petals rose around her.
Clarine was sitting next to her bud enclosed daughter, singing gently under her breath. Although Anya was already beyond the point of waking and in the land of dreams, her flower seemed to sway side to side in response to Clarine’s voice. To the man, the image was strikingly similar to a mother rocking her child to sleep while singing a lullaby. It was a gentle, comforting sight. For a moment he felt as if he would be content to watch the two stay like that forever, but it was not to be. For now certain that Anya was fast asleep and would not awaken, Clarine rose to her feet. She walked across the grassy earth with light footsteps, her figure illuminated by the moonlight. He could see the hint of a smile play across her slender lips as she knelt in front of him.
“I don’t think Anya is going to be waking up until morning,” she whispered and pressed her lips against his. Her tongue quickly found its way into his mouth, teasing his own. The man responded in kind, twisting about in an attempt to find its way around hers and into her own mouth to no avail. She leaned hard onto her husband, pushing him down against the soft grass. Her body grinded sensually against his, as if trying to mold itself onto him. The man could almost feel the lust radiate from her slender frame.
“Cl-Clarine…” he managed to gasp as she pulled her mouth away from his, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure. “Y-you’re more aggressive than usual…” he continued to say. He ran his fingers along the tips of her breasts, causing her to let a moan escape from her lips.
“Th-that’s because-mmnph!” she stuttered, “t-tonight is our honeymoon…” she let out, blushing furiously as she let out another low moan. It was then the glitter of gold upon her finger caught his eyes. It sparkled radiantly in the moonlight, much like the stars above. “Th-that’s why…” she continued to stutter, “Tonight, I w-want to…mmhh! make y-you feel good…” Clarine could feel herself growing more and more embarrassed. Just thinking about what she just said made her wet, her desire to become one with her husband growing stronger by the second. “S-so that’s w-why…tonight, let me pleasure you!” she cried out.
The man ceased the motions of his hands, and gazed tenderly at his wife. He knew fully well her shy nature. Indeed, as he gazed upon her face, he could see the shades of red that dwelled there. It was her eyes, however, that he held his attention. Her lantern colored eyes seemed to blaze with determination and desire. Although she was embarrassed, and perhaps even a little nervous, he knew that she wouldn’t back down. He nodded his head to her, slowly. “I understand,” he replied simply. “Tonight, I’ll be in your care, Clarine.” He smiled, and placed the hand that his ring rested upon in one of her own.
“….T-thank you…” she said in turn, smiling back at him. She was glad that he understood her feelings that night; as well as her desire to please the man that she loved. She slowly let go of his hand, but not before rubbing it tenderly between her own fingers. If she noticed then the rough parts of his flesh that had just begun to heal over, she didn’t say anything.
Slowly she lifted herself off of her husband’s body, reaching for the waistline of his pants as she did. She pulled them down slowly, teasing them slowly off of his already swollen member as it sprung to attention. Once they were clear of his knees, she reached towards it with one of her hands. The other dove out of sight into her pot, her fingers seeking her already wet crevice. She gasped lightly before slipping a single finger inside of herself as she slowly began to stroke her husband. She sat across his knees, spreading her legs wide so that he could see as she played with herself while grasping firmly onto his manhood. Although it embarrassed her greatly, she made sure her husband’s face never left her gaze. Even though it made it harder to concentrate on pleasing herself as well as her husband, she knew he found it irresistible when she kept her eyes on him whenever they made love to each other.
“Mmnnh…” she moaned as she continued to pleasure herself with her own slender finger. She could feel her juices oozing from inside of her body, but her own finger wasn’t enough. She wanted to take his manhood and ram it deep within her, but she felt that he hadn’t experienced nearly enough pleasure just yet. She quickened the pace that her hand ran up and down his length, alternating between a firm and soft hold. At the same time, she slipped a second finger into her oozing crevice.
“Aaah!” she cried out in pleasure, the increased stimulus causing her legs to shake in anticipation. She could feel her husband’s gaze burn against her skin, firmly locked on to where her fingers slipped inside of her body. She wanted him badly, eager to grind her hips against his own, but she forced herself to wait just a little longer…she could see the pre-cum beginning to ooze from the his tip. If she could just last a few more seconds, he would be ready.
The seconds ticked by agonizingly for her, her aching body longing for him inside of her. She managed to stay her desire; however, focusing on bringing her husband closer to the brink of pleasure before plunging him deep inside. Her patience managed to win over her desire, she felt her husband twitch under her fingers. She now knew that her husband’s lust was at its peak; his own desire matching the fury of her own. She slowly removed her fingers from her crevice one by one, sucking them between her moistened lips. The slight bitter taste of her juices mixed with her saliva, running along her tongue and against her throat. She knew that the sight of it all was driving him wild, and was pleased that he was managing restrain himself for her sake.
She lifted herself slowly, holding him still with her hand that was still firmly wrapped around his manhood. She stood poised over him, her crevice leaking her nectar over his waiting rod. Ever so slowly, despite her strong urge to slam herself against him, she guided him into her. The tip bulged against her slick crevice, slipping easily inside. Already, even with so little of him inside her, she could feel herself clenching down on it eagerly. Her husband writhed in pleasure beneath her, the sensation intense upon his sensitive member. Unable to take it any longer, Clarine slid the remaining length into herself, burying it up to her hilt.
The two cried out in unison, the pleasure intense enough to cause their bodies to shiver with it. Clarine arced back, her form outlined beautifully by the moonlight. The pleasure was too much for her to contain, and she clenched down tightly as she climaxed around him.
“I-I’m sorry,” she apologized, blushing against the moonlight. “I’m supposed to be pleasuring you…”
The man shook his head. “Actually, with the way you’re squeezing down on me now…” he began to say, trailing off. As dark as it was, he could see Clarine blush even more prominently in the moonlight, and he could feel her squeeze down on him even more. Judging by her flustered expression, it wasn’t something she had done consciously.
“T-then…” she said in response, placing her hands against his body. “I-I’ll start moving now…” she said, raising herself. Having just climaxed, she was still feeling extremely sensitive. Every centimeter she moved felt was like experiencing a constant barrage of ecstasy. She moaned sweetly, and she could hear her husband respond in kind. Then, as she reached the end of his length, she buried him inside of her once more.
“Aaah, aaah!” she cried continuously as she pumped her hips up and down repeatedly. She repeatedly ground her hips into his, shaking them side to side as she did. She could feel his warmth as it stirred up her insides. With the amount of pleasure she was receiving, she had a hard time remembering who was supposed to be pleasing whom.
“Cl-Clarine!” the man shouted, grabbing hold of her hips and she slammed down on him yet again, holding onto her as she rose once more. “I don’t think I can last much longer!” he cried out as she slammed herself into his crotch.
“I-it’s fine!” she gasped in response. “I-I can’t hold on any longer!” she moaned sensually.
“I’m coming, Clarine!” he shouted, unable to resist pumping his hips as she furiously grinded herself against him.
“Do it!” she cried, lost in her pleasure. “L-let it all out inside!” she gasped out. “Fill me with your warm seed….impregnate me!” She let out, just as he reached his limit. The warmth flowing deep into her body sent another wave of pleasure flowing throughout her entire body, causing her to climax for the second time that night. She fell onto her husband, his quickly softening member still pumping his warm seed into her belly, exhausted.
“D-do you think our second daughter will be as energetic as Anya is?” she asked her husband wearily, her eyes moist.
Her husband wearily lifted a hand to her face, rubbing against her cheek lightly. “Who knows?” he said simply. “We’ll have to wait for her to come to us before we can see.” He smiled at his tired wife. “If we’re lucky, she’ll be even more lively. Then maybe Anya will have someone who can match her pace.” His hand stroked her hair lightly. “…I love you, Clarine.” He said, without prompt or warning. She blushed, too tired to fret or bounce around. “I love you too…” she managed to reply wearily with a smile.
The two lay against the grass side by side, staring up into the night sky. Clarine had one hand over her stomach, caressing it tenderly. With her other, she held onto her husband’s tightly.
“Do you think our second daughter is in here now?” Clarine asked of her husband.
“…To be honest, I don’t really know.” Came back his uncertain reply. “The only way we’ll know for sure is if we keep trying.” He added that last part with a sly grin.
Clarine smiled at that. She half hoped that she wasn’t with child, so that they could try over and over again for several nights in a row. She loved the feeling of his warmth flooding into her, and the idea made her squirm pleasurably. She grasped at his hand again, this time running her fingers along the back of it. Again she felt the strange rough feeling on his normally soft hands that she had noticed earlier that evening. Before he could notice that she discovered the healing wounds, she brought his hand into the air, examining it closely in the moonlight. There, against the heavenly light, she saw for the first time the half healed scars that ran across his hand.
“How…?” she asked him worriedly. “When did you get hurt?” She sat up, grabbing hold of his hand with both of her own so that he wouldn’t be able to pull it away. “Why…why didn’t you tell me?!” she cried, distraught.
The man sat up as well, facing his wife. He made no movement to pull away his hand.
“…It was yesterday evening.” He said quietly. With his other hand, he grabbed hold of hers, covering them. The scars on his other hand showing clearly in the moonlight. He waited, letting the implications run by his wife.
“Yesterday evening…” she thought aloud. “Ah!” she exclaimed after a seconds has passed.
“It seems you understand,” he said with a small smile. “When we made love yesterday, your fingernails clawed into my hands.” He noticed the tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes.
“I…hurt you?” she said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. Reaching with his free hand, he wiped it away. He cupped the side of her face with his hand.
“Aye, you did.” He said softly, and kissed her lightly. “But it doesn’t bother me,” he began to explain. “When I look at my hands, I stop and think ‘Ah, these are going to leave permanent scars.’” He matched his gaze with that of his wife’s. “And do you know what I do then?” he asked. She shook her head lightly. “I smile.” He told her.
“Eueeh?” she sputtered, confused. “B-but!” she began to argue. “W-why would you do that? I hurt you!” she replied back disbelievingly.
“…I’ll admit, that it hurt, at first.” He said firmly. “But whenever I look at my hands, and realize the marks that you left will become permanent…I can’t help but feel that you’ve left your mark on me.” He patted her trembling hands. “I feel, that in the future, whenever I gaze at my hands, I’ll know that these marks were made by the woman I love.” He reached around and wiped the tear forming in her other eye with his thumb. “When I think about it that way, how could I possibly feel anything but happiness?” he asked of his wife.
Clarine remained silent, saying nothing for a while. Eventually she let go of his wounded hand, placing her own in her lap. The two held each others gaze the entire time. Finally, she moved her lips, forming the words in her heart.
“…I understand,” she said calmly. “But…the next time,” she spoke firmly now, “that you get hurt” her hands reached up to his face, grasping it from both sides. “whether I did it or not, I want you to promise you’ll tell me.”
The man then realized his mistake. By not telling Clarine about it when it happened, and letting her find out in a roundabout manner, he had caused her unnecessary amounts worry and pain. “I promise.” He said, meaning it completely. At last, his beloved wife finally smiled. She let go of his face, her hands falling to her sides.
Without exchanging any more words, the two turned simultaneously towards the full moon hanging in the night sky. For a while, the two sat in utter silence, appreciating the beautiful scene before them, as well as each others presence. Slowly, however, Clarine’s moonlight vigil took it’s toll. Perhaps the day’s events had worn her out more than she had let on, but she slipped to the side, her head coming to rest upon her husband’s lap. She had a peaceful expression, content in her dreams. Not wanting to wake her, he lifted his arm and draped it around her protectively, but no more. With a content expression of his own, he continued to gaze at the moon as his precious wife slept peacefully.
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