The Wedding Night
Keywords: The, Night, Wedding,
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Never mind the wedding! That isn't the story you truly wish to read about. Dark elves in all forms of nobility, both wicked and wondrous, gathered in a dark place to witness the joining of General Ursule of House Maedryn to the Lady Orbb of the House of Weavre. They came, they witnessed, they dared not eat for fear of poison, they dared not dance for fear of frivolity, and they left early for fear of their lives. A typical Drow ceremony of marriage.
It's the wedding night that most good citizens of the underworld will want to hear of. That's a tale worth telling!
Ursule put her hand out to the lady stepping from the floating disk and helped her down. She noted with a grin the delicacy with which her new wife gripped her fingers. When Orbb had landed safely on Ursule's courtyard, she moved to take her hand away from her new partner's but found the gripping fingers would not release her.
"Come, my wife. Let me show you around."
"I've been here enough, Ursule. Let me go to my quarters now."
Orbb tugged her fingers out of Ursule's, but found that the other woman gripped her wrist instead and pulled her close. Her eyes darted around, looking to see who would protest this treatment of a lady. There was suddenly no one to be seen. Orbb frowned and looked up into the taller woman's red gaze.
"Oh my sweet wife," the General began by whispering as she drew Orbb to her great house. "You will not sleep alone. You will never sleep alone again. You must have guessed that yourself."
It was happening, Orbb realized. It wasn't just a horrible nightmare concocted by some vengeful nemesis and slipped with poison into one of the wine glasses Orbb had drank from. It was real.
The General was her life mate now, her partner. And Orbb's purpose in the General's life was to produce an heir. It was why she had been granted special favors by the great councils of the underworld, why her body had been changed just so. The General needed an heir and Orbb was to be the vessel of that child.
She didn't barely noticed the halls they passed through, even as they moved passed her usual chambers and suites of rooms to the General's wing of the great underground castle. Ursule was nuzzling her styled and coifed hair and keeping her tightly in her embrace, barely letting Orbb's slippered feet touch the smooth marble of the floors they moved across.
At last, they arrived at the great door to Ursule's rooms. She pushed it wide with one hand and guided Orbb within. The rule was opulent and masculine, as she had expected. Ursule excelled in a world usually ruled by men. War and the military were for the most part left in men's hands, an unusual thing in a world dominated by women. The justification was of course that the men were worth the risk, and women were safer at home. Let the boys play with swords and lances. The women stayed home, under the earth and in the safety of their cities and great Houses. Daggers and other hidden blades were their weapons of
choice, poisons and noxious potions that could turn favor this way or that. What need did the dark elf women have of war?
Ursule, of course, had taken another path. And she had endeared herself to every Drow council beneath the dirt of the earth by defeating invasion after invasion of intruding light dwellers. She'd taken all rebellious cities by storm, marched on any House that did not play the way the councils wished they would play. She was a great war hero, revered by the women of the council for her domination of that abhorrent male-infested realm of military. She was adored by all who were worth something, by anyone who knew power when they saw it.
Orbb hated her with all of her dark little heart. And most of that was simply because out of all the eligible women in the underworld, Ursule had chosen her to be her wife. Why not one of her older sisters, more experienced in the ways of sex and mating? Why not someone from a higher House with more respect?
Ursule had explained all of this already. Orbb came from a House that could truly afford the General's influence in the courts of the cities of the underworld. Where other families found their own way, Orbb's family had the nasty job of being one of the down trodden and sorely diminished Houses affected badly by the war. They'd sent many sons to Ursule's army, and had few daughters to spare for the worship of the goddess or for politics. They didn't have the time to scheme and plot that other Houses had. Ursule could rest safely with Orbb next to her, knowing full well that for Orbb to murder her new wife would be a devastating blow to her own House. One her family would not forgive her for. Ursule would not have to worry about Orbb assassinating her. Orbb's matriarch and sisters needed Ursule alive, to push their House up the ranks in their home city whenever she visited.
The other reason for Ursule choosing Orbb was more typical, more blatant, and more disgusting to Orbb personally. She wanted a virgin, it was a must, something she insisted on. It had to do with her new device, the favor the councils had granted her. It had changed her status and her importance in the underworld. It made having a wife and then an heir possible. And she did not want it sullied by a woman experienced in sexual practices that even Ursule hadn't learned. She wanted a fresh girl, a young beautiful wife that could honestly say she had not had any other men. Orbb was just such a girl, foolishly saving herself against her mother's wishes so she might join the priestesses one day and offer her maidenhead to the goddess.
Ursule, learning of the girl, had immediately made other plans. Orbb's intention of serving the goddess through worship was ruined. Now she would be wife and mate to this freak of a female.
Was Ursule even a woman anymore? Orbb knew she was about to find out first hand. She gulped as the General closed the door behind them and latched it firmly. When Orbb blinked at the locks, she smiled.
"Just incase you scream. You do know it hurts at first, yes?"
Already Ursule was taking off her weapons belt. She nodded to a door and didn't meet Orbb's eyes as she spoke.
"The lavatory is through there. You can change your clothes or get fully naked, it's up to you. But do ready yourself. I'm ready to begin our marriage, and I don't like to be kept waiting."
The General spoke with the authority of a woman used to having her way. It wasn't a mean tone, it was simply the voice of a dark elf female. Firm, strong, and clear. And it instructed those lesser than her in exactly what they ought to be doing.
Orbb was not from a poor family. Poor families didn't have Houses behind them. On every other day in her life, she had been the one telling others what to do. She had her first slave drawing her bath and brushing her hair before she was old enough to speak. The only women who ever spoke down to her were her older sisters or her mother, or the great matriarch of her House, the woman that had orchestrated this mockery of marriage. As Orbb quickly moved into the lavatory and shut the door behind her, she mentally cursed that dread woman. She didn't know if the old crone was her grandmother or great grandmother. She felt no love for her, just as she cared nothing for anyone in her family. But on this day, she hated that wizened old woman with a deep passion.
Panting, Orbb searched desperately through all of the wall cabinets, praying one would actually be a window to outside. Where she would go, she didn't care. She just knew she wanted to flee.
Minutes passed but no window availed itself to her. She breathed heavily, leaning on the large stone basin that served as a tub. For a moment, the young girl considered drowning herself in it. But it would take too long to fill and she knew time was running out. She began to rummage through the ointments and unguents in the room, praying that one of them might just be lethal. It was a hopeless search.
Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. Ursule called through the wood to her wife, and Orbb could hear the grinning in her voice.
"Nothing in there can kill you. I've prepared well for tonight, my child. Come now, and be a woman! I'm waiting, and I've already said how very much I hate to be kept waiting."
There was nothing to be done for it. Slowly, Orbb opened the door, head down. She would have cried if she could remember how.
"There now, you should not be so afraid. That only makes it hurt more. Have you been taught nothing?"
Ursule took Orbb by the hand, pulling her to the large bed that took up the whole center of the large room. Orbb had been given the basics of sex, but had purposefully ignored each lesson, intending to never need it.
The General put a hand under Orbb's chin and lifted it.
"I want to see your eyes, your lips, your face, as I undress you."
She began to undo the laces and strings on Orbb's elaborate dress, muttering as she found the more complicated ones. Orbb did nothing, did not help at all. She stifled her laughter when the General found knots she was not familiar with and simply could not undo. But she felt cold shock go through her when the General produced a knife from no where and began to simply cut her way through the dress.
With one final slice, the dress fell in shreds to the floor. Orbb shivered, suddenly quite chill. She moved her arms slowly to cover herself, her hands cupped over her sex.
"Ah now, that defeats the point of wrecking your dress, doesn't it?"
The General pulled Orbb's arms away and put her large hands on the girl's ribs gently. She seemed happy with what she saw, and Orbb hoped that would be enough. It was not.
Ursule loved the sight of Orbb naked in the torch light. The girl's body was unmarred in any way. No whip scars, meaning she had always been obedient. No bruises, meaning she was not physical and rather delicate. There were all the right curves, from the slender calves and thighs to the rounded hips and thin waspish waist.
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Keywords: The, Night, Wedding,