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All Shapes and Sizes	By : JustS Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 10415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Highly Educational Partnership

Ricken took a position a few feet directly in front of his target. He rose the tome of Elfire in one hand, opening it to the correct passage. The teenage mage mentally centred himself, taking the words of the magic from the page and into his mind. He slowly and calmly rose his other arm, taking aim with his open hand, his sight and mind on the target. A warm orange glow briefly encompassed the robed boy's body before a roaring gout of flame swiftly began to shoot forth from his open palm. The light from this magical outburst was so intense that he could barely make visual contact with his target, but red-headed boy held his aim. Impervious from harm from his own spell, all he had to worry about was hitting his mark with all of his mental ability.

The billowing but tamed flames engulfed the object. Ricken quickly ceased casting and lowered his arm as soon as he was sure of the hit. He surveyed the site as the light and the sound of the fire died away. What was once a large sandbag tied to a wooden post driven into the ground was now gone. The bag, its contents and the pole had been reduced to ashes in milliseconds. The surrounding dirt ground had been scorched but within an acceptably small area. He had cast the spell perfectly. Upon realising this, the boy's expression changed from one of seriousness to happiness and relief.
'I did it!' He said, excitedly but humbly.
He turned to Miriel who had been observing from a few feet back, anticipating her response almost like a child waiting for his mother to acknowledge his accomplishment. The tall female mage's expression appeared relatively unchanged, dispassionate and unwavering as always.
'I believe we've made satisfactory progress. Let us conclude here for the day.' She said, closing her eyes as she adjusted the position of her red-framed glasses.
To anyone else her response would have been interpreted as unimpressed and even uncaring. But Ricken had gotten to know the stoic Miriel much better than anyone else among the Shepards. Working with her on experiments and magic training over the last few months had allowed him to begin a project of his own – studying her. The red-haired woman, who was roughly ten years his senior, appeared to many to be cold and emotionless, but Ricken knew better. That little adjustment she just did with her glasses was something she did often when experiencing an emotional response. He didn't know what emotion it was in this case, but he was sure it was a positive one.
Still, his excited and proud smile shrank a little upon her reaction. He had come to accept that, for whatever reason, she tended to keep her emotions below the surface but he still yearned so much for her to fully express them to him, even just once.
Maybe that was why he was so entranced by her. She was wise, authoritative and never treated him like a child, which were all things that he liked. But her apparent aloofness gave her a certain mystique. The ever optimistic and romantic Ricken believed that somewhere beneath that scientific exterior and those black mage robes lay the passionate heart of a woman. Today, he had something planned that he hoped would get him closer to said heart, even if it was just a little.
Miriel turned around and began to collect up the parts from her alchemy project. The duo had set up their small portable table outside the inn and she had been concocting something in a vile from a range of ingredients. Ricken closed the Elfire tome and started to approach her, at the same time double-checking that he'd remembered to tuck a certain item away in his pocket.
'I've been meaning to ask, have things been quicker with an assistant, or do I get in your way?' He asked her.

He stopped beside the taller woman as she began to deftly pack her things into a leather satchel.

'You've improved efficiency considerably and enabled an entirely new methodology. Your help is appreciated.'

Though she spoke in her usual cool tone and didn't look up from what she was doing, coming from her these words might as well have been an impassioned declaration of fellowship. Recognising this, a smile spread across Ricken's lips.

'That's great. I'd like to help in all your experiments from now on, if that's okay.'
'In perpetuity? That would be a great help indeed.' She replied, still preoccupied with packing.
Ricken's smiled was tempered with nervousness now as he dug into his pocket and retrieved the small object within.

'Well then... um... here.'

He extended his hand, unclenching his fingers to reveal a small golden loop sitting upon his palm.

Miriel saw him presenting something out of the corner of her eye and stopped packing to look down at the object.
'A ring? How curious. Are you proposing we melt it down to ascertain its composition?'
Ricken chuckled as his cheeks unknowingly began to redden. Though Miriel might have been an expert in science and magic, he often found her naivety when it came to social norms to be cute.

'I'm proposing you marry me! Then we could work side by side forever. And that's important because...I think I've fallen in love with you.'
Though Ricken had always been a lot more forthcoming with emotions than most humans, it did feel a little strange to be confessing so much to Miriel. He was laying his heart on the line to a woman who most people didn't believe had one. She could reject him or things could deteriorate into awkwardness. Somehow though, he sensed she would be receptive to his proposal.

Miriel looked from the ring into his eyes, as if to check he was being sincere. He might be regarded as a child to most of the Shepards but he would never pull such a prank, especially not on her. Her resulting expression would have been considered mild on anyone else's features, but on her face it was an outpouring of shock. Her slightly quivering gaze and her barely agape lips suggested to Ricken that she was taken aback by his proposal.
After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up, almost returning to her usual scientific tone.
'Most fascinating. Your words acted as an aural cue causing a suffusion of warmth to permeate my chest.'

She reached a hand up and placed it upon the affected area of her body. This 'warmth' and the slight wavering in her voice suggested to Ricken that she was experiencing feelings that she was not sure how to control or even deal with. It was either that or the situation has stressed her out so much that he body was reacting in a physically harmful way. He wanted to quiz her on what she was feeling but knew he was in new and potentially dangerous territory. He decided to question her in a manner that would be easier for her to understand and respond to.

'Would you describe this as a positive or negative sensation?'
'I'm detecting... how you might say... a tingling sensation... feelings of elation.'
'How do you want to proceed?' Ricken asked, mirroring phrases he'd asked her many times during experiments.
'The ring.' She said, after a few seconds. 'Put it on.'
She raised her right hand to him. Apparently, she had surmised that her condition had been brought upon her by his proposal and that trying on the ring might be the best way to move towards a resolution. Ricken gently held her subtly unsteady right hand with his left, slipping the golden band onto her ring finger with his other hand. His fingers stayed clutching hers as he looked up into her eyes again.
'How do you feel now?' He asked.
She was looking down him at holding her right hand, undoubtedly sensing the warmth and tenderness of his fingers upon her skin. Under the wide brim of his mage's cap, there was an expression of concern and anticipation on his face. More confusing sensations flooded her body, but none of them felt negative.
There were a few seconds of silence. The pair stayed in place, his hands cupping her right hand. Her conflicted hazel eyes looked down into his matching coloured orbs, the gears almost audibly turning in her usually decisive mind.
'Though I can't conclusively prove this hypothesis,' she said eventually, her tone slightly softer and slower than usual. 'I believe this is the proper thing to do. What is your analysis?'
'Well, bearing in mind any personal bias I might have, I concur with your conclusion. If you'll excuse the emotive language, I would say that you have feelings for me.'
She let out a sigh, one of both relief and a gentle vexation, and appeared to regain some of her usual composure despite the uncharacteristic pinkness in her cheeks.
'Intriguing. I have long been interested in advanced social functions but I have not had the necessary... assistance. If we marry, will you help me explore such things?'
'Of course! Part of being married is helping each other and doing things together.'
'Excellent. Then I accept your proposal.'
'You mean that?' Ricken asked, intently.
'Of course. Have you ever known me to lie or jest?'
Ricken's face lit up with happiness and relief. Overcome with emotion, he grabbed her in a bold embrace.
'I love you, Miriel!' He said, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and the side of his face pressing against her chest. 'I swear I'll do my very best at being your husband.'
The tall woman stood awkwardly as the teenage boy clung to her body. She could not remember that last time she had received a hug so she did not know how to react. Eventually, she moved her outstretched arms inwards, placing her uneasy hands lightly upon her new husband's shoulder blades. Though such physical contact was foreign to her she could not deny that it felt... pleasant. Combined with Ricken's sincere words of dedication to her, she also couldn't help but feel somewhat overcome. No one had displayed such positive feelings towards her in her whole life and certainly no one had ever pledged to commit themselves to her happiness and well-being.
After a few sentimental seconds Ricken released his new wife from his hugging arms stepped back. Resting his hands upon her hips he looked up to her face with a warm smile still upon his features.
'What are the traditional matrimonial customs from this point?' Miriel asked her diminutive husband.
Ricken's mind suddenly raced with possibilities. Her ignorance of such 'advanced' social conventions meant she was open to exploitation, not that he would ever do anything of the sort to his beloved. Still, it made Ricken wonder if she'd believe some of the actual things newly-weds were expected to do.
'Well... err...' he replied, trying battle back the amorous thoughts swirling in his adolescent brain. 'At a traditional wedding, after the new couple has exchanged rings and made their vows, the first thing they have to do is kiss.'
The more Ricken considered his situation the more he realised how he hadn't given any thought to what they'd do immediately after she (in theory) accepted his low-key proposal.
'Kissing, I see.' Miriel replied.
Placing a hand upon the boy's left shoulder, she proceeded to bend forward a little and place a peck on his forehead. He smiled a little at her naivety.
'No, it needs to be a kiss on the lips.'
'Very well.' His wife replied.
She leaned back in and placed all-too-brief peck upon his mouth. Ricken savoured her soft lips upon his own, even if the act was a little matter-of-a-fact.
'Better?' She asked.
'Acceptable. We can work on that... and a great many other things.'
'Like a series of experiments?'
'Yes, a series of matrimonial experiments.'
'I hypothesise that this will be a highly educational partnership.' She replied with a subtle wry smile upon her lips.
There was a pause as they remained looking into each other's eyes. Miriel then proceeded remove her hand from his shoulder and reached for her satchel on the portable table.
'Speaking of experiments, could you bring the table and the rest of the equipment up to our room?'
Ricken was disappointed that their little moment appeared to be over but that feeling was quickly overtaken with confusion at her new sentence.
'Our room?' He said, his hands having fallen from her hips.
Miriel slipped the large satchel's strap over one arm and turned back to her husband.
'While my knowledge of marital tradition may be lacking, I do know that couples traditionally share many things, including sleeping space. Hence, my room is now your room.'
'I see. That would indeed be following with tradition...' Ricken replied as his mind started to drift into fantastic, exciting places.
'I will see you there shortly.' She said, beginning to walk towards the inn. Ricken could've sworn there was a tiny, mischievous smile upon her cool features as she turned away from him.
He quickly gathered up what remained on the table into a small satchel and carried that and the folding surface through the inn and up to the bedrooms. When he was certain he'd found the correct room, he knocked on the wooden door.
'Ricken?' Came Miriel's voice.
'Yes, it's me.'
'Come in.'
He pushed upon the door and lugged the satchel and folded table in with him. Wall-mounted candles faintly illuminated the room, which contained a double bed, basic furniture and little else. He bent and placed the items on the ground, closing the door behind him with one foot. In the process, he suddenly noticed that Miriel's boots were lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. As he rose back up, he was only then able to see her. She was difficult enough to find in the dim candlelight but her radically altered appearance had made her even more challenging to spot. The redhead was sat on the edge of the opposite side of the large bed, with her robes and pointed hat piled on top of the adjacent sideboard. She rose to her feet and turned to face him. She was dressed only in her spectacles and a simple but elegant black knee-length chemise. The silky garment was loose fitting but rested upon her womanly body in ways Ricken hadn't anticipated. Though she was far from nude, Ricken had not once seen her out of her bulky all-encompassing mage robes before, so by comparison it seemed like she was stark naked. The sight of the exposed supple-looking skin of her arms, lower legs, shoulders and tops of her breasts was startling yet thrilling. She stood with her arms at her sides in a way that wasn't at all provocative but this didn't stop Ricken's body rushing with nervousness and desire, making him feel suddenly too warm for his robes.
'I hope this is sufficient.' She said.
She spoke with her usual collected tone, although her cheeks were quickly reddening as her husband looked nervously upon her body. Ricken figured that there were only two things such an outfit would be 'sufficient' for; sleeping in or appearing sexy. Reeling from the sight of her and the latter possibility, Ricken's first idea for a response was to ask her to put on more substantial clothing but he quickly shot that down on a number of grounds.
'M-more than sufficient, yes.' He stuttered, his elevated teenage brain tying itself in knots.
'Are you feeling unwell, husband?' Miriel inquired with concern.
She moved around the bed and approached Ricken, her silky garment swaying subtly with the movements of her achingly beautiful body.
'No, I umm...' He replied, now even more overwhelmed that her barely clothed form was just inches away from him.
Miriel titled her head down slightly and looked at him quizzically. There was a small but genuine expression of worry upon her features. Ricken was starting to realise that her ignorance of certain human responses could be a bother.
'It's just...' he said eventually, regaining enough mental cognition to break the silence. 'I haven't seen you in so little clothes before!'
'Is my appearance not... aesthetically pleasing to you, husband?'
'No! I mean, yes! I mean...'
Ricken took off his hat in vexation and held it scrunched up in front of his hips. He paused and took a deep breath. He thought about what Chrom and the other manly men of the Shepards would say and do in such a situation. Regaining some composure while mentally channelling some of his masculine role models, he broke the silence.
'I'm just a little overwhelmed. You're more... attractive than I imagined... out of your robes.'
The boy's face was flushed a deep shade of red, his gaze apparently unable to look upon her form right now.
'You expected my body to be... unattractive?'
If she was any other woman, Ricken would've sworn that she was mercilessly teasing him.
'No! I just never really pictured you... without clothes.'
'Interesting. I was under the impression that males were highly judgemental of the female form when sourcing a potential mate.'
'Well, I'm not like all 'males'! I fell in love with your mind first, I suppose.'
Her closed lips formed into a small but firm smile. Ricken realised that he had accidently said one of the most romantic things possible. He wondered just how much his words effected her, beneath her cool and somewhat aloof veneer. Knowing Miriel, a compliment to her intellect would probably be more meaningful to her than praise of her body.
'I can vouch for the former. I would not have taken you as my husband if you weren't such an... exemplary example of the male gender.'
Her compliment was relatively cool and calm but compared to her usual dialogue it seemed like an outpouring of admiration and affection.
'Now, please disrobe. I would like to commence with our matrimonial consummation forthwith.'
She calmly turned and began to make her way back around the bed, not seeing the look of shock that quickly coloured her young husband's face. Ricken was surprised not only by the suddenness and the boldness of her instruction but also the clinical nature of it. Under other circumstances he would have coached her on how to be romantic and create a positive mood. But right now he was scared and way in over his head. He was a mere teenage virgin with little knowledge about sex and hadn't been naked in front of a woman, not since he was a baby at least. He couldn't deny a new found and inexplicable urge to hold Miriel's bare beautiful body next to his own naked form but right now was cripplingly overwhelmed by the situation.
Miriel laid back on the other side of the double bed and looked across at him.
'Is there a problem, husband?'
There shouldn't be. A beautiful redhead was calling him to her bed and all he could feel was a paralysing anxiety. The cold way in which she seemed to be trying to initiate a tryst, not comprehending his feelings at all, made him feel all the more distant.
Staying true to his nature, Ricken quickly decided to be honest with her.
'Miri... I'm a little nervous. I've never... shown my body to a woman before and you're not exactly helping me feel more comfortable.'
Miriel laid still, looking back at him, seemingly not knowing what to say or do.
'I see. Am I... forcing proceedings at an overexerted speed?'
'A little. But it's not just that. I was just hoping for a bit more... tenderness and encouragement. I know such things aren't exactly your forte...', he let out a frustrated sigh, 'maybe we are going too fast... I don't know...'
Miriel sat up from the bed in a serious manner.
'I apologise,' she said in a noticeably remorseful tone. 'I see now that I have not handled this very well. As you say, I am not well-versed in... matters of the heart, as you might say.'
There was a pause between them. Ricken wanted to tell her not to apologise, that he knew that this was her nature.
'But that's one reason why I agreed to marry you, so that you can assist me in such things.' She continued, tucking her legs under herself where she sat. 'Given my nascent knowledge in the subject, how do you recommend we proceed at present?'
Ricken gave it some thought. Considering that he hadn't yet begun to assist her in becoming more empathic, passionate and relaxed, he tried to think of the best, most comfortable way to move ahead. All he could think to do was to take things slowly.
'Is it alright if I just hold you for a little while?' He asked, eventually.
'Of course.' Miriel replied, both nodding and smiling slightly.
Ricken approached the near side of the bed, his body still feeling a little stiff and shaky. He placed his hat on the ground, unfastening his cloak and leaving it next to it. He bent and unbuckled his boots, pulling them and his socks off where he stood. Slowly but with determination, he climbed up onto the bed, proceeding to kneel besides his beautiful awaiting wife. He looked into her sharp hazel eyes, noting the soft expression of anticipation on her open lips. His heart was racing with the sight and sensations of being near her, and yet he was much more at ease than it was mere seconds ago. He smoothly took her in a soft hug, slipping his arms around her waist. He rested the side of his head between the space between her right shoulder, bicep and breast, feeling her pleasing warmth against him. He could feel her skin and the protrusions of her body, directly touching her bare flesh in some places, but instead of feeling awkwardness and arousal he felt comfort. The rising and swelling of her chest against him and the feeling of her heart beating next to his soothed him. With his eyes closed, this almost felt like a wonderful dream.
Miriel took her second hug well. Ricken didn't give her right arm much choice but to support him by the head and back of his neck, while her left arm naturally held him upon his back. She was not sure what she was doing or if she was doing it correctly but something about this embrace felt... pleasant.
'This is nice.' Ricken said softly, his words slightly muffled with his face snuggling against her.
They stayed in this blissful embrace for a while, hearing and feeling the gentle, natural movements and sounds of each other's bodies. Ricken mentally kept coming back to the rising and falling of Miriel's chest and the soft sound and warmth of her breath. There was something about experiencing these up close that beguiled him, making him feel joyful just to be alive. It also reminded him that, despite her cool demeanour, Miriel was indeed a woman, vibrant and alive like any other.
Eventually, the couple found themselves lying down on the bed, still holding each other. The transition hadn't been encouraged verbally or physically by either one of them, yet it just seemed to happen naturally with the others' approval. Ricken snuggled into Miriel more closely, his hands holding her bare shoulder blades, his whole body wanting to be pressed against hers. As they had stretched out their bodies upon the bedsheets, Ricken's legs had found their way between Miriel's, with her right one now draping itself over his lower limbs.
'You're a good cuddler.' He sighed with a smile upon his face.
Miriel, with her head resting on the pillow centimetres above the top of his, couldn't see his expression but knew he was smiling contently.
'Thank you. I am learning quickly.' She replied, almost in a whisper.
Ricken had never heard her voice so soft, low and quiet, let alone felt the vibrations of it directly coursing across his body. It made him even more relaxed and yet somehow a little turned on. For some reason he stirred a little where he laid. His finger muscles contracted a little, squeezing the soft skin upon Miriel's back just a touch. He then slowly began to move his hands in subtle circular motions, making his palms gently brush over her flesh and the thin fabric of her chemise. He moved his left hand back towards his body, finding the crest of her hip. His right stayed behind, continuing to rub her back since that arm was restricted by her body lying on top of it. His left started to brush up her flank, travelling over her curves and crinkling the light material of her outfit. His fingers and palm then proceeded to move back down but didn't seem to be too concerned about flattening out and pulling back down the garment. Seemingly spurred on by his slow, sensual actions, Miriel's body was also roused to life. Perhaps imperceptibly, she'd begun to lightly run the fingers on her right hand up and down his neck, moving through the reddish hair on the back of his head.
Ricken smiled to himself. She seemed to be getting it. However, his expression soon began to fade as he remembered that for all his ideas about romance and love-making, he didn't even know the basic mechanics of sex, near even the end goals of it.
'Miri,' He soon said, his tone having noticeable shifted to seriousness.
He pulled back his head from her chest to look her in the eyes.
'While I might know a thing or two about cuddles, I... don't know what to do when it comes to... consummating.'
Anxiety and a little embarrassment were painted across his youthful features and glowing cheeks. He feared seeing a blank expression upon Miriel's face, especially if it signalled the start of a new period of awkwardness between them. He was somewhat surprised when he saw what looked to be a mirthful little smile upon her lips and cheeks.
'That's alright. I didn't expect you to.' She replied, affectionately brushing some reddish locks of hair away from his face. 'I have a good knowledge of the subject.'
'From books.' She quickly added the coda to that sentence, realising what her initial words might have suggested.
Ricken was a little concerned at first but then he figured that it made sense that a bookworm like her would at some point read up about human biological functions and mating rituals. His stimulated mind wandered a little further, pondering if she only looked through strictly scientific texts for this knowledge.
'I have also experimented with... self-stimulation. That's the only practical experience I have.'
This was another revelation to Ricken. His adolescent brain was quickly filling with vague yet thrilling images of Miriel pleasuring herself but he was also strangely comforted by her honesty and frankness.
'I, too, have also tried... that.' Ricken admitted, feeling that he could be completely free with her. 'But it sounds like you know more than me through thanks to those books.'
'Indeed, would you like me to give you a brief overview?'
That was not the answer he expected, but it was cute nonetheless.
'I think in this situation it would be more prudent to put theory into practice, rather than to explain. In love and... love-making, I think, words can sometimes get in the way.'
'Perhaps that would be more... enjoyable.' She replied, concurring with his suggestion.
Miriel wasted little time in putting knowledge and theory to the test. She proceeded to look down between their bodies, at the same time removing her right hand from the back of his head. She slipped it between their bellies, as if searching for something not far from their tangled lower limbs and beneath his bulky robes. She quickly found the right spot, delving her fingers in the pit above his inner thighs. Detecting the warm impressions of her digits upon his sex, Ricken suddenly realised that he had been rather firm down there for a while now. Upon feeling the foreign but pleasant sensation of her rubbing up and down the area, his young manhood swelled up even more. He trembled all over at her initial caress, letting out an equally uncontrollable sighing groan. Even though there were two layers of clothing in-between her hand and his bare flesh, this was still markedly more exciting than 'self-stimulation'.
Continuing to caress her teen-aged husband's manhood, Miriel looked back into his face. There was a tantalised expression upon his features as his mouth hung slightly agape. The big hazel eyes looking up at her appeared so vulnerable and tender yet somehow full of desire. Besides his soft tremblings his body seemed almost paralysed, almost as if he was under a spell she was casting. She smiled, reacting not only from his ever-so-endearing reaction, but also from a very successful test. She was surprised at how satisfying and addictive stroking his masculine area was, finding that she enjoyed how the warm and bulky yet concealed mass felt under her fingers.
'Help me get you out of this.' She soon instructed, her hands beginning to search for the hem of his robes.
Ricken was still anxious about showing her his body. However, the free exchange of secrets between them and her apparent status as leader in the situation made him feel a lot better about doing so. He sat up and got onto his knees, raising his arms above his head to help facilitate removing his mage's robes. The airy light fabric temporarily obstructed his view as his wife pulled the garment up and off of him, leaving him sitting in only a plain looking pair of draw-string shorts.
Miriel reached back and dropped her husband's robes off of her side of the bed, returning to her original kneeling position to take a good look at him. She experienced a new dizzying urge as she gazed over his nearly naked form, suddenly realising that she'd never seen a naked male before, teen-aged or otherwise. The sensation spread outward from her chest, eventually catalysing in a warm, tingling gathering in the pit between her legs. The feeling maintained as she briefly studied her husband's bare flesh, his youthful almost glowing body showing no apparent hair below his head. He was slim yet not skinny, seemingly retaining some of plumpness that was often referred to as baby fat. Adding to the cuteness was his current demeanour; his cheeks burned a deep red as he looked nervously back at her, holding a withdrawn fist against his smooth bare chest. His other hand loosely cover his crotch, but wasn't doing a very good job obscuring the tantalising bulge in his shorts.
Though Miriel was a little overwhelmed by the powerful feelings she was experiencing upon gazing at him in this manner, she quickly got her mind back on her task. Right now, she wanted to help him overcome his anxiousness, or at the very least, forget it for the time being. She instructed him to lie down on his back and helped him do so. He rested his head on one of the pillows, his hands placed stiffly at his sides, watching down his body as she moved on her knees to the opposite side of his feet. She confidently leaned over him and sent her hands to the waist of his undergarment. She pulled loose the bow string holding it together at the front and grabbed the hemline of the item with both hands. Ricken temporarily raised his butt and legs to help her pull the shorts down and off of his body, feeling and seeing his firm member springing free from its confines. Miriel then casually threw this last item of his clothing to the floor, leaving the young man lying completely naked before her. She proceeded to move between his legs, smoothly descending and stretching herself out. Propping herself up on her forearms, her face ended up hovering before his groin. She took a good look at his eager sexual organs now, finding much to admire from their completely hairless and pristine form. His shaft stood firm and ready at at least four inches tall, with its purple-ish head just apparent from the top of his rubbery foreskin. His soft sack rested just below this proud mast, loosely holding his rounded life-giving orbs. Miriel's research on male sexual organs had not prepared her for how pleasing and enticing they would look in real life.
Shifting her weight onto her left arm, Miriel moved her right hand towards him. She picked up where she'd left off while he'd still had clothes on, lightly rubbing her fingers over his sensitive testes. Ricken watched from the other side of his erection as his new wife finally directly touched his masculinity. The tender touch of her soft and warm digits felt heavenly. She proceeded to rub and gently squeeze his whole sack, apparently keen to satisfy her own curiosity about his body as well as his own desires. Once or twice she looked up into his face, checking that she wasn't hurting him and this was indeed pleasurable for him. Soon her fingers ascended his masculine body parts, smoothly wrapping themselves around his shaft as they went. After inquisitively yet sensually feeling the majority of his hard, meaty length through his stretchy outer skin, she subtly transitioned into slowly but firmly rubbing up and down its rod-like shape. Ricken gripped the bedsheets a little tighter as her feminine fingers and palm stimulated his hard and sensitive shaft. He began to emit the occasional soft hum and groan as he tried not to let himself be completely overwhelmed by his wife's incredible handling of his manhood. Miriel observed his tantalised reactions and concluded that she was administering this hand job to a satisfactory level. But this was just one of many things she hoped to try tonight.
She soon shuffled her body closer to his sex, forcing him to spread his legs a little wider on the bed. Taking a fixed hold of the tip of his rod in her right hand, she moved to crane her neck forward and part her lips. She then proceeded to extend her pink tongue and use it to administer a lengthy upward lick on the underside of his shaft. Upon feeling the heat and moistness of her incredible oral muscle contacting his throbbing shaft, a loud gasp forced its way out of his mouth. His legs briefly quivered as his body was temporarily overwhelmed by this unexpectedly acute pleasure. Miriel shot him a cool steely glance as she finished her long upward lap upon him, looking insanely sexy as she did so. She placed another leisurely lick upon him, starting just above his sack and ascending to the rim of his foreskin. She kept going, allowing her soft stimulating tongue to travel all over the underside of his cute dick and balls. She was surprised by how easy and satisfying it was to glide over his smooth, virgin flesh. Seemingly inspired to keep forging ahead, she moved her grip to the base of his shaft, allowing her tongue to travel up to its apex. Having pulled his foreskin down slightly, she could now access his purple-ish head, and began to swirl her slick oral muscle all around the bulbous shape. Ricken trembled all over and gripped the bed sheets even tighter between both fists. The sensation of her soft tongue dragging sweet warmth and saliva around the most tender part of his sex had to be the single most pleasurable moment he'd experienced in his life so far.
Little did he know that this was only the tip of the iceberg. Swiftly and without warning, Miriel proceeded to lower herself and slip his head between her luscious lips. Before he knew it, the majority of his throbbing shaft found itself inside the warm, welcoming cavity of her mouth. He let out a loud and agitated gasp having seen and felt his wife take his tender length inside her. After a few seconds of both of them experiencing this new stimulating situation, Miriel wordlessly began to move again. She pulled back her head, dragging her lips and tongue back up his solid shaft until she got to the rim of his head. She then slid down once more, sucking around him as she did so. She repeated the motion, then again, and kept doing it, building up a rhythm, smoothly yet firmly suckling his sex. Ricken simply laid back in ecstasy as his beautiful wife deftly pleasured him. The concept of oral sex had never even occurred to him before. Frankly, he probably would have thought it weird and gross before today. But now it was being administered to him it just felt so damn right. The moisture, the heat, the softness, the caressing; this was the apex of physical pleasure as he knew it.
His red-headed wife soon slipped his rod from her mouth, looking at his face as she licked her lips. She pushed herself up from the bed and got back up onto her knees, proceeding to reach to the hemline of her chemise and pull it up and off of her. Ricken watched in awe as she boldly revealed her whole body to him. Again, he was amazed by how shapely and gorgeous her figure was, with impressively large breasts and hips. Her almost snow white and soft-looking skin accentuated her cute navel and pink nipples. Even more thrilling was the sight her silky looking netherlips beneath a wonderful and neat patch of red hair.
She began to move up his body, her free breasts subtly jiggling with her movements, taking up a position straddling his midriff. She looked down into his awed face from her towering position.
'It's your turn now, husband.' She said.
Ricken was not quite sure what she was referring to at first. After all, he could not mirror the action she had performed on him, especially not from this position. After a few seconds of overwhelmed indecision, Miriel grabbed Ricken's wrists, raised up his arms and placed his hands upon her chest. He was surprised as his fingers pressed into the surface of her impressive mounds, not anticipating just how squashy and soft they were. Her palms and fingers squeezed his, in-turn encouraging him to squeeze her feminine protrusions. He did so, although at this point he was overcome with the urge to play with them without any prompting. He slowly moved and squashed the bountiful pair in his grip but with some force, feeling her hard nipples pressing into his palms. He half-expected his actions to cause her discomfort, but he seemed to be pleasing her.
As her young husband fondled her mammaries, Miriel was keeping her cool and yet cracks were starting to show in her visage. Her lips hung slightly agape as light breathes escaped them. Her eyes were narrowed slightly and a deep red was painted across her face. Her body reacted to each and every touch of her nipples with her buds having become incredibly tender and seemingly erogenous in their erect state. As she was starting to lose herself in pleasure, she stared down Ricken's arms to his face. She drew upon his child-like expression of wonder that was also coloured with arousal, fuelling her own wonderful feelings even further.
She picked up his left hand now, moving it downward and placing it on her body below her navel. Gently pushing on it with her right hand, she guided it lower between her legs, following the curve of her body. She let out a heavy breath as she felt his warm digits brush against her silken lips. Touching the softness and dampness of her pussy for the first time, Ricken didn't know how to react, but her right hand informed him what she wanted. It moved his digits back and forth over the hot and slick area, encouraging him to use a good amount of pressure. He soon got the idea, making sure to rub against a hard little nub at the upper ridge of her pussy.
Miriel was now a completely different woman from what Ricken had known just less than an hour ago. Immersed in fleshly passions and seemingly holding very little back now, the contrast was almost dizzying to the young mage. Her stunning, towering body was writhing above him, her hips in particularly moving back and forth in time with his caressing of her womanhood. Regular erotic noises were emanating from her mouth consisting of heavy breathes punctuated with intermittent yet tender moans. There was no doubt in Ricken's mind now that she truly was a woman, with desires and urges like any other. Well, not quite like any other. She was his woman, special and beautiful and ever so into him.
Miriel soon began to move again, this time shuffling on her knees slightly further down the bed and his body. His still-eager erection slid against her left thigh until it was now between both of their bodies, resting against the area between her crotch and left leg, dangerously close to her sex. She reached down with her right hand and took hold of it, shooting him a steely and determined look. No words needed to be exchanged to inform him that this was a big moment.
Aligning his solid pillar to the appropriate angle, Miriel smoothly began to spread her legs out, widening her stance in order to lower her body towards his. Within seconds Ricken's rounded tip made contact with her sensitive silky lips, sending wonderful tingling feelings through both lovers. He wasn't sure what was coming next but he knew it was going to be awesome. Boldly descending even further, her body now seemed to open up, allowing his head to push between her moist folds and inside. He half-grunted, half-exhaled as his wife continued to lower herself around his shaft, shortly accepting his whole thick mass within her. Her pussy was warmer, softer, more moist and yet tighter than he could have imagined, stimulating his throbbing cock to no end.
Their bodies now completely connected, Miriel looked up into his face with what appeared to be a relieved smile upon her lips. She saw a now-familiar endearing look of awe and arousal of his face, as his chest rose and fell and his skin lightly glistened with sweat. She placed his hands upon her hips before slowly beginning to roll her lower body, feeling all of his smoothness, warmth and thickness filling her, stimulating both of their sexes simultaneously. Ricken couldn't quite believe his senses, seeing the beautiful older woman erotically grinding upon him with his tantalised shaft buried within her. She leant forward a little, planting her hands on outstretched arms either side of his chest. Gradually, she added a bit of downward motion to her gyrations, subtly moving up and down her husband's length with each grind. The springy bed was also aiding the experience, providing a little bouncy momentum to reduce the amount of effort Miriel needed to gyrate upon the teenager. Ricken's fingers tightly gripped her hips as he was rapt with the pleasure she was stoking within in. Just the sight of her gyrating on top of him could've been enough to drive any man wild; from the rolling of her hips, the bending of her back, the jiggling of her bountiful, hanging breasts to the subtle outlines of her straining muscles. Ricken also couldn't help but be impressed by her natural and assured performance considering she claimed to be as inexperienced with sex as he was. Those books she had been reading for research must have been awesome.
Miriel slowly transitioned away from grinding, just focusing on raw, simple yet pleasingly effective downward thrusts. Ricken realised that her pussy was now sopping wet, allowing for easy low-friction drives around him. Her wonderful honey was so plentiful that it was now coating his crotch and sack, further stimulating him. She soon pressed her body down against his, spreading her arms and legs wider across him and the bed's surface. With his chin now nuzzled between the cleavage of her soft breasts, she continued to drive her lower body against him from this new position, their frames lightly thumping together. By now she was expelling strong breathes and loud, uninhibited moans. These incredible erotic sounds would have been enough to turn any man on but because it was her, the one who rarely displayed any strong emotions, they were even more welcomed and thrilling to Ricken.
Eventually she stopped her lusty ministrations. She held her sweat-slicked body tightly to his, catching her breath after having been gloriously grinding and thrusting away for many minutes now. Ricken felt her heavy breathes loudly against her right ear, their chests swelling and receding against each other while they regained some composure. As soon as the brief pause was over, Miriel gripped his back and somehow scooped him up, rolling over onto her back and taking him with her. Ricken found himself on top of her, his hips between her raised plump thighs and his hands holding her flanks just below her shoulders. He looked up into her face, his head having been pressed against her breasts during that swift little manoeuvre. Her skin was shiny with perspiration, with her usually immaculate straight red hair now frizzing slightly and sticking to her forehead in places. Her deeply aroused yet slightly fatigued expression returned his gaze.
'It's your turn to do some of the work, husband.' She half-panted.
Ricken did not have a clear idea of what he was meant to do in this position. However, through a combination of mimicking his wife's prior actions and doing what his body told him was correct, he started to move. Using his legs, lower back and hips he began to pull his solid sodden shaft back from his lover's hugging womanhood. Maintaining a cautiously slow pace he then gently but firmly pushed himself back in, burying himself to the hilt inside his beloved's accommodating pussy once more. Receiving no negative responses whatsoever he repeated the cycle, deliberately exploring his wife's silken core with his solid yet sensitive cock as he withdrew and then pushed back inside. He did so once again, observing how his lover seemed content to lay back, watch and enjoy. Slowly but surely he began to up his speed, making increasingly shorter and swifter thrusts into his comparatively large bride. Gradually and imperceptibly he let his natural urges take control. His system flooded with testosterone and positivity, he slipped into an elated and almost hypnotic state. Almost like a magic spell, his biology took over, running his physical movements automatically. He soon found his carnal drives had reached a good tempo, his speed and momentum allowing for optimal thrusts against his wife's mound. His drives were now unconsciously being punctuating with audible heavy breathes with intermittent growls and groans. Miriel, too, had resumed her own erotic vocalisations, seemingly enjoying his actions as much as he was. Her confident fingers held him by his slender boyish hips as his lower body rutted against hers. The bed was bouncing in tandem with their bodies again, its wooden frame lightly creaking with each repeating thrust. Its noises did not cancel out the repeating sounds of slick skin impacting slick skin.
Ricken looked up to his wife's face once more, seeing her expression twisted with some sort of exertion along with a deep pleasure. If he had been a foot or so taller, he would have had the luxury of staring directly down at her features while he ploughed her in this manner. Instead his default downward eye-line was the tops of her bare breasts, which was an acceptable trade-off. He couldn't help but take long admiring looks at her beautiful pillowy mounds as they rocked back and fourth in reaction to his impacts upon her body. Miriel reached her long, shapely legs up and crossed them over his lower back and butt, as if to prevent him going anywhere and to aid his thrusting. Her cries of pleasure were coming stronger and louder than ever before, in sync with his quick, deep thrusts. With her hands now upon his biceps, her fingers were gripping him so hard that her nails were in danger of cutting into his skin. Ricken couldn't imagine a time or place he'd rather be right now. By Naga, he felt so damn powerful and alive.
Just after he'd had that thought, Ricken increased the ferocity of this drives. He didn't know why. In this animalistic, hazy state he simply knew that it was the proper thing to do. Feeling like it was now or never for... something or another, he swiftly proceeded to kick things up to the highest gear possible, now thumping against his wife's mound with all of his speed and might. Responding to her husband's increased intensity, Miriel's ragged, breathy moans suddenly went up a register in pitch, also increasing in speed and force to match her husband's dizzying drives. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tightly down against her body, making his forehead press against her neckline. Her legs across his back were now tighter than ever, forcing him to make even harder thrusts. Also to that end, he slipped his hands under her back and grabbed her shoulders from below, giving him more precious leverage for his frenzied motions.
The learned Miriel knew that one or both of them were seconds away from their carnal climaxes but she was too swept away in ecstasy to warn him about what was happening or even make him pull out. The usual calculating and logical Miriel had seemingly taken a sabbatical, leaving behind a wild, reckless one who currently craved only satisfaction. Her husband was likely about to release his potent, masculine seed within her, and she was about to let it happen.
Ricken felt a release deep within his loins, his body breaking past his point of no return. He had no idea what this new, powerful feeling was and that worried him. He had performed 'self-stimulation' before but it had never felt as raw and mighty like this. He wanted to ask Miriel if she knew what has happening but his body's carnal motions and this surging feeling wouldn't stop. In fact, the latter was building in size and intensity and he felt like he was about to explode, but somehow in a great way. He maintained his swift, hard thrusts, uncontrollably beginning to utter drawn out, monosyllabic grunts. He had little choice but let the growing electrifying surge build and build and build...
…until it reached a breaking point. He made what was to be his last thrust into his wife and shuddered all over, uttering a loud, ragged groan. His tightened balls clenched hard and his thick shaft twitched as something warm surged up through him. His hips pressed forward hard, making sure his manhood stayed firmly buried inside his wife as youthful hot cum spurted deep within her.
Miriel threw her head back into the pillow and expelled a deep, raspy cry as her husband's sexual essence shot inside her. Shaken by an orgasm more powerful than any she'd ever experienced by herself, she tightly gripped her small lover to her as seemingly every muscle body contracted. His tingling viscous cum felt wonderful as it exploded forth, beginning to fill her like no man's seed had done before. It felt equally as amazing for him, finally getting to launch a potent burst inside a woman just as nature intended.
Their long, overlapping climatic utterances dissolved into heavy breathes but their bodies stayed locked together. Miriel continued to clutch Ricken tightly to her, with her powerful hands, arms and crossed calves making it impossible for him to pull away... not that he wanted to. With his body weighing down on her with his forearms and hands clutching her back, he kept his member pressed within her snug and warm sex since his body seemed content to keep pumping seed within her. His sweat-soaked forehead rested against her neckline and his face against her cleavage, as his head rose and fell with each swelling of her chest.
Eventually, their fading highs were replaced with lingering pleasant vibes. Muscles began to loosen and even ache. Minds began to return to a state of normality, just with substantially less vigour. Miriel relaxed her body, her muscles sinking against the softness of the bed and its pillow. She stretched out her long legs, which were fatigued from staying in the air and holding her lover so fiercely for so long. Her hug around his shoulders loosened too, her hands lightly gliding down his flanks until they rested upon his hips. The newly consummated wife and husband spent several long moments in this fatigued yet blissful, wordless state. It didn't bother them how sweaty and sticky they were.
Lying on top of her, the side of his face now nuzzling between her cushioning breasts, Ricken felt tired and relaxed enough that he could drift off to sleep. The slowed rising of her chest and beating of her heart told him that she too was also now at ease. However, a question burned in his mind.
Miriel spoke up in a soft but slightly raspy manner before he could say anything:
'It would appear that we let ourselves get most carried away.'
'Yeah.' Ricken replied, his tone suggesting that even that was an understatement. 'That was quite something, wasn't it?'
He looked up toward her face, resting his chin between her breasts. Miriel returned the look. She couldn't help a little smile creasing across her lips at the sight of him adorably staring up at her from between her boobs.
'Yes, it was. You both surprised and impressed me, husband.'
A somewhat bashful smile appeared on Ricken's face.
'You surprised me too, in more ways than one. It was nice to see you so... uninhibited and passionate.'
It was Miriel's turn to appear somewhat bashful.
'Like I said... we got carried away.'
'In my opinion, you should get carried away more often!' Ricken replied with a sweet smile.
Soon, his once vigorous flow had receded to a trickle and his previously thick sex had softened back to regular form. He gingerly pulled himself from his wife's sodden core and flopped down on the bed beside her.
Again, he felt the pressing call of slumber, but he had to be sure of something first. He turned onto his side to face Miriel, who was still lying on her back.
'Miri, are you... pregnant... now?'
She turned her head to return his gaze.
'After successfully completed intercourse, pregnancy is not always guaranteed. At such a young age you might not even be virile. That said, your body was clearly able to be sexually aroused so that would seem to go against that notion.'
Ricken was often quick to work himself into a panic in stressful or unknown situations, though for some reason right now he seemed completely calm.
'If you did get pregnant... would that be such a bad thing?' He asked, an odd hopefulness to his tone.
Miriel was surprised by the implications of his question.
'I... suppose not. Historically, it is common for a husband and wife to copulate, the result of which is a child. Biologically, I should be capable of birthing and raising a child as any woman-'
'Miri... enough of the postulating and calculating. Tell me what your heart says.'
She opened her mouth to speak but Ricken interrupted her, knowing what she was about to say.
'I don't mean literally.'
Miriel reconsidered her response.
'Like I said previously, I would like to experience all advanced social functions, and motherhood is no exception.'
Relief and happiness spread across his face.
'That's great!' He beamed.
He proceeded to place a big excitable kiss upon her lips, before pulling himself up to her for a side-on hug. He then placed his head upon her shoulder and closed his eyes.
'We'll get started on potential names tomorrow.' He said, a gentle tiredness now evident in his voice. 'I've always liked the name Lauren for a girl.'

Miriel responded with a sigh, one of tiredness, relaxation and yet amusement. As Ricken gently drifted off to sleep with his arms around her, she knew that their marriage was going to be most interesting going forward.
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