Night Fantasy

Posted by blue.beard on August 08, 20010 at 23:10:19:

Femmes Obscure run by Sonya was an extensive collection of stories by many authors. She was also the last webmaster of Black Plague. A leading member of our little society for years, she is unfortunately no longer active.

This is one of her stories from Femmes:

Wedding Night Fantasy
by Sonya
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Written especially for Evergrey.
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Her name was Amanda and we were going to be married. She was the gentlest creature I had ever known. Beautiful and quite intelligent considering her gender.

The last time I saw her alive was the day before our wedding.

I remember it like it was yesterday. We met for breakfast that morning; it was a casual affair for members of the wedding party. She was blissfully happy--laughing and joking with her sisters and friends. While her attention was outwardly focused on them, she occasionally (and discreetly) squeezed my knee underneath the table, her green eyes glancing over at me affectionately.

When we said goodby that morning I looked at her and thought the next time I see this lovely girl she will be adorned in her wedding gown and walking down the aisle towards me. I felt like the luckiest man on earth. When we parted I kissed her softly on the lips and felt her hand slipping into my breast pocket. She gave me a sly little smile and whispered. "read this after you have retired for the evening."

I don't recall if I told her I loved her.

I probably didn't, and wish now that I had.
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Later that same day, right after dusk, one of the servants from her parents' manor came to the door looking dreadfully unhappy. He told me Amanda had suddenly become ill.

When we arrived at her home the house was surrounded by an aura of gloom. I walked in the door and heard her sister sobbing. I knew something was very wrong.

Her parents were away for the afternoon and had not yet returned so one of the servants took me aside and gave me the grim news. He told me she was dead. Of course he didn't use those exact words, he used soft, pretty words but the meaning was the same.

Apparently she had been fine all afternoon. She took a leisurely bath and then complained to her maid that her head hurt. The pain was not too severe and they both assumed it was just a headache. She put on a nightgown and planned to lie down, when suddenly she shrieked, grabbed her head, and collapsed to the floor. The doctor was summoned but nothing could be done, she was dead before he even arrived.

I couldn't believe it.

It simply wasn't possible.

I asked to see her. Since I was her fiance, naturally I had the right to see her in private.
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Her bedroom was dimly lit by dozens of candles and filled with bouquets of white flowers. The thick, sweet aroma was morbid under the circumstances. Of course the flowers were sent in celebration of her upcoming wedding. She would be receiving many more sooner than anyone expected.

She was laid out on her canopied bed. I walked over and brushed the thin veil aside, catching my breath as I caught site of her.

Keep in mind, she was a proper Victorian woman. As close as we were, I had never seen her in anything but high-necked, tightly corseted dresses. I don't even recall having ever seen her with her hair down.

Apparently the shock of her sudden death had stunned her servants as well. As they had not redressed her body, but merely left her laid out on the bed after the doctors' visit.

She looked like a sleeping angel, her head tilted to one side, her arms crossed over her breasts. Her long blond hair unbound, streaming freely across her shoulders and spilling onto the white linen pillow beneath her.

Her face was so pale, yet so beautiful. Long lashes framed the green eyes that were forever closed. Her supple mouth retained a trace of color, her lips pale pink, soft and still inviting as ever.

She looked very innocent lying there in a white gown and bare feet. I could see the outline of her pale nipples through the thin gauze, and as my eyes moved reluctantly down her body they lingered on the faintest trace of the golden fleece that was nestled between her legs.

Since I had never viewed her feminine form this way in life, I felt a great sense of guilt as my eyes feasted on her flesh while she lay unknowing in death.

I sat on the edge of her bed and leaned against the mound of pillows, glancing down at her and stroking her hair lightly. Could she really be dead? I thought I saw her chest rise and fall with a shallow breath, but soon realized it was merely my imagination. Her body was completely still.

When my hand brushed her cheek I felt her chill. Her lovely pale skin was cold to the touch, yet just as appealing in its velvety smoothness as before. I took her cool, fragile hand in mine and kissed the tips of her delicate fingers. Her body was relaxed. No hint that rigor mortis had begun to claim her as of yet.

Suddenly I remember the letter in my pocket. I withdrew the envelope and opened it...

To my beloved Groom,

On the eve of our wedding I want to tell you how very much you mean to me. I love you with all my heart. My desire for you deepens with each passing day.

As I lay here alone in my bed I think of you and my pulse runs quick. I imagine your warm form lying here with me, your hands running over my flesh, inspiring feelings that I have only fantasized about, yet never experienced.

Dare I confess? I have dreamt of our wedding night for months now, since nearly the first time I laid eyes on you I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to lay beneath you. My virgin body craves your touch and I shiver in anticipation of our first true union.

Tonight you own my heart and soul; tomorrow you will own my body as well.

With Deepest Love,

Amanda

The words brought tears to my eyes. Hearing her speak to me again made me realize the finality of the situation. But tears were not the only thing her words inspired...

Just one kiss.

I had to feel her lips one more time. I rose to my feet and leaned over, brushing her cheek lightly before I laid my mouth on her soft, cold lips. She was as appealing as ever. If I was to be completely honest--perhaps she was more appealing than ever. Her words had stirred my passion, and her innocent, lifeless form was incredibly seductive.

I ran my hand across her cheek to the smooth, ivory flesh of her neck. She was like an angel sculpted from marble, cold, perfect, still. The difference being marble would not yield to my desire the way her soft flesh would. My hand moved lower, caressing the mounds of her full breasts.

She was almost my bride. Was it truly blasphemy to enjoy her body once before she was encased forever in her tomb? I truly loved her, and the thought of her perfection fading without ever having been tasted was unbearable.

I knew at that moment what I was going to do.

I walked over and quietly latched the bedroom door, then stripped off my clothes.

I crawled into her bed, and somehow it felt natural, even right. I kissed her softly on the lips and let my hand move down her slender form, as if trying to capture her gentle curves, hoping to burn the memory of them into my mind forever.

My hand traced the supple fullness of her thigh and moved to the hem of her nightgown. I drew the gown up to her hips and stroked the inside of her lovely legs, parting them slightly.

I moved on top of her, straddling her as I slowly peeled the gown upwards, over her hips and breasts. I lifted her torso, and pulled her towards me, her head falling against my shoulder as I pulled the gown completely off, then laid her gently back down.

I positioned her arms above her head in a relaxed manner, and she looked as if she were lying back waiting for me to ravage her. I thought Yes, my dear, I will ravage you one time before surrendering you forever into the arms of death.

I kissed her deeply then. Discovering her mouth was as sweet as ever before. I caressed her neck and cool breasts lovingly with my tongue as my hand slipped again between her legs. Her skin smelled sweet, traces of her bath oil and perfume still lingering. I parted her legs more as my mouth worshipped her stomach and finally the inside of her soft thighs.

My manhood was throbbing, but I knew that in death, as well as in life, she would need to be prepared to accept my shaft. I moved my mouth to her feminine opening and gave her the moisture she could not provide on her own. I probed her softly with my fingers, confirming that her hymen was still unbroken, as I knew it would be.

When I could wait no longer, I moved back on top of her, and pressed my aching cock against her now damp entrance. I eased into her slowly, feeling her muscles yielding slightly as her walls were penetrated. When I broke through her hymen I smiled slightly knowing it was causing no pain.

She was tight and the feeling was delicious. When I had entered her completely I stopped for a moment and reflected on the odd combination of sensations. Her body felt wonderful, and held me snuggly, yet the coolness surrounding my cock was something entirely new. Her flat stomach and full breasts lay against my chest, and they too were delightfully cool against my skin.

I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. This dark pleasure was sweeter than any other I had known before.

I moved in and out of her, taking my time, wanting to make the experience last, when something odd began to happen. Perhaps I was not thinking clearly, which would have been understandable under the circumstances, but I swear I felt her begin to get wet. No doubt there are explanations for such occurrences, which I would rather not contemplate, however at the time it was miraculous. Her body welcomed me, and soon I felt my shaft move easily within her smooth wet walls.

I made love to her for a long time, stopping occasionally to rein in my passion, shivering on top of her as I slowly regained control, then thrusting into her again. I nuzzled her neck, and whispered endearments softly into her deaf ears, telling her how beautiful she was, how much I adored her, how I wanted to please her as she was pleasing me. I would hold her face gently and plunge my tongue deeply into her cool mouth, caressing her slack tongue, gently biting her soft cold lips, moaning my pleasure into her open mouth.

After a long time I turned her over and entered her from behind, kissing the back of her neck and thrusting into her welcoming flesh with ever increasing passion. I lifted her hips and rose to my knees, ramming into her with greater force, knowing I would not cause her pain, her flesh would not bruise. Her slack body rocked with my motion, arms limply at her sides, face buried in the pillow, covered by her mane of wavy blond hair.

Finally I could hold back no longer, and let myself fall into the chasm of pleasure that was calling. As I began thrusting hard, with complete abandon I felt her muscles shiver around my cock and that sent me over the edge. I came violently, and very nearly cried out as my hot semen flooded her cold insides.
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I lay on top of her for a little while afterwards, stroking her soft hair and telling her how much I loved her, how much I hoped she would forgive me for what I had done to her. As hot tears came to my eyes a feeling of peace suddenly immersed me, and I knew she would have given me permission if she could have.

A few minutes later I was dressed and she was laid out peacefully just as she had been when I first entered her chamber. I kissed my lovely sleeping angel on the lips one last time and left the room...

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