The day of the wedding had arrived. Kaya was dressed in her finest gown, and Grosh was wearing a new outfit made for him by the royal dressmakers. He was still uncomfortable wearing so many clothes, as within the mountain he had worn hardly any. But he knew in the outside world, he must dress as the others do, and he would do anything for Kaya. It was a nice outfit, he had to admit. The fabric was slick and soft, so very different from the coarse fabrics they had in the mountain.
Grosh stood in the great hall, which had been set up for the ceremony. Benches were set up with the center aisle open and the hall was filled with people. Harmony and Conser were in attendance as they were the closest family Grosh had. They did have guards near them, as many were still uneasy about the presence of the trumans among them. Grosh could not believe how many people were crammed into the great hall. Those who did not have seats stood lining the walls. Grosh stood nervously and Jareth stood as Grosh’s Companion, for which Grosh felt honored and humbled. If it were not for Jareth, Grosh felt as if he might bolt from the hall.
The musicians began to play and the doors to the great hall were thrown open. Kaya walked in escorted by her father who had softened a little, but was still not entirely happy with this turn of events. He had no say in this matter, so he knew he must learn to accept it. Ariyona and Mari walked behind Kaya as her Ladies. Kaya did not wear a long train as Ariyona had, yet by tradition they still followed in back. When they reached the front of the hall, Gilsam hesitantly placed Kaya’s hand in Grosh’s and took his seat beside his wife who sat next to Ariyona’s parents.
Ariyona was surprised to see that Cormack was performing the ceremony, but it pleased her. This was truly a joyous occasion. The ceremony went smoothly and after their first official kiss, the hall erupted in cheers. Most of the people retreated out into the bailey where there were many activities and much food to be had. The nobles and royals remained in the hall, which the servants quickly cleared of the benches and set with long tables for the feast. The tables were kept near the wall so the center of the great hall was available for dancing.
Before they sat to feast, Jareth pulled Ariyona, Kaya, and Mari aside. “My beautiful wife, Lady Kaya,” he began, “I have sworn Mari to silence, but I see she is near to bursting with want to tell you. Mari and Josan have not just travelled here for the wedding. I have given them a house, and Josan will have a place within the stables—a place he chooses to be. They shall live here so you three need not be parted again.”
All three women let out a yell of excitement. Kaya and Mari held hands and danced a circle while Ariyona hugged and kissed her husband. “My lord, you have made me very happy. And this eve, I will show you just how grateful I am.”
Jareth smiled. “How shall you do that, my love?” he asked.
A wicked gleam entered Ariyona’s eyes. “You will just have to wait and see, my husband. Nonetheless, I assure you that you will not be displeased.”
They partied late into the night. Food streamed out of the kitchens constantly and the mead and ale flowed as if it came from a river. Finally the happy couple was led to a chamber within the castle that had been readied for them so they could enjoy the rest of their joining in peace. Even though they had been intimate already, Jareth still wanted them to have this night as if Kaya was untouched. He had insisted that tradition be followed and so, they were led to their chambers then left alone, albeit there were many suggestive comments made before the doors were closed.
*****
Alone at last after an exciting day, Grosh looked at his wife. Those two words filled him with a joy he had never known before—his wife. He helped Kaya out of her gown then removed his clothes as she watched. When they were both naked, Grosh began to run his hands up and down her arms. Kaya just closed her eyes and reveled in his touch. He grabbed her arms just below her shoulders and his mouth descended on one of her nipples. Kaya was a little frightened by the strength of his grip upon her arms. He was hurting her with his grip and he began to bite her nipples as if he would tear them off. When she looked in his eyes, she saw a crazed look there, as if he was possessed. Kaya was truly frightened now. Grosh dragged her to the bed and threw her down upon it. Kaya began to fight him, but that made his crazed state only more desperate.
Kaya tried to scream, but Grosh thrust his tongue in her mouth, silencing her cries. He pushed her legs apart with his knees and thrust into her, slamming into her and pumping frantically. Kaya was crying as she had never seen Grosh act this way. It was like his troll nature had taken over and he seemed not to care that he was hurting her. His cock even felt bigger within her and Kaya feared he would tear her. Grosh continued to thrust, his hands bruising her tender flesh, and his tongue continuing its assault upon her mouth. Finally with a loud grunt, Grosh spilled his seed within her. He rolled off her and fell asleep. Crying, Kaya wrapped herself in a robe and moved to the couch by the fire, crying herself to sleep there.
*****
Jareth and Ariyona stayed in the great hall a little while after the happy couple had retired for the night. Jareth looked over at her after a time and announced, “Wife, it is time we go above stairs so you may show me how happy I have made you this day.” His words and his smile made Ariyona nearly melt. Most people in attendance had either left the hall to return to their estates or were bedding down for the night within the castle. Some still drank or danced, or both, yet Jareth had not been able to get Ariyona’s words and look out of his mind. Taking her hand, he bid good eve to those still awake, and led Ariyona above stairs to their chambers.
As soon as their chamber doors were closed behind them, Jareth took Ariyona into his arms and began kissing her. She laughed and pushed him away. “We must get naked first, my husband,” she giggled.
“As you command, my wife.” Jareth undid the ties on the back of Ariyona’s gown and helped her to disrobe. “Now you take my garments from me,” he directed. Ariyona did as directed. “Now, wife, how are you going to please me?”
“Lie upon the bed,” she told him. Jareth complied. Ariyona went to her bedside table and removed a length of rope from the drawer. She had put the rope there months ago, awaiting the right opportunity. Tonight was that night.
Looking at the rope, Jareth asked her, “What is it you intend to do, Yoni?”
“I am in charge, husband. You may not speak again.” Jareth looked at his wife whose gaze was intense upon him. He decided to play along and nodded his understanding.
Ariyona straddled Jareth and bound his wrists together, bringing them above his head. She secured the rope to the headboard. “You are not allowed to touch me,” she explained. “You will only get what I choose to give.”
Her pussy was positioned just below Jareth’s hips. Still straddling him, Ariyona slid up across his stomach and down again till her ass hit Jareth’s very erect cock. She did this a few more times, letting her wetness coat his skin. Jareth pulled at his bonds and Ariyona smiled knowing it was killing Jareth not to be able to touch her. She lay flat upon his body, crushing her breasts into his chest, and kissed him upon his lips. Jareth opened his mouth and allowed her tongue to enter and explore inside his mouth. He met her stroke for stroke with his tongue until she pulled away.
“No, my husband. You are not to do anything.” She could see the look in his eyes as he pulled harder on the ropes, crazed with longing by her teasing. Ariyona spun around so her back was facing Jareth. Then she leaned over and licked the tip of his cock. Jareth’s body tensed. As she lay thus, with her legs spread around his body, Jareth could see her pussy gaping and inviting. It was maddening that he could see it so close and yet not touch it. He knew Ariyona was very aware of what view he would have and he pulled harder against his bonds. Ariyona responded by moving her mouth down his shaft and taking his length within her throat. She moved up and down, licking and sucking, teasing him with her slowness. Jareth wanted more and he wanted it now.
“Wife, I need you to release me. I need to touch you.”
Ariyona stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him. “For shame, husband. You are not following the rules. Mayhap I must punish you.” She got off Jareth and walked back to her bedside table. She pulled something from the drawer but Jareth could not see what it was. She came and sat upon his belly. “Bend your knees, my love, so that I may lean back against them.” Jareth obeyed, wondering what was to come next. “Since you have broken the rules, your pleasure will be delayed. You must first watch me pleasure myself.” She picked up the object and Jareth could now see it was a polished wooden phallus. Ariyona inserted it into herself and began moving it in and out with one hand. With her other hand she played with her clit. Jareth was forced to watch as his wife pleasured herself to orgasm. Her moans and screams of ecstasy made him strain against the rope.
When Ariyona was done she asked Jareth if he was ready to obey, and he nodded. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this exquisite torture. Ariyona returned to sucking his cock while he was forced to stare at her beautiful pussy. Every so often, she would wiggle her ass till Jareth was sure he would lose his wits. Just before he thought he would come, Ariyona stopped, spun to face him, and then lowered herself upon his shaft, impaling herself upon him. She began to move up and down slowly at first. Jareth tried to move his hips to get her deeper and increase the speed. Ariyona shook her head and he stilled, though it was near to killing him. Ariyona began to move faster and faster upon his length while moving her hand to her hard little clit again. She began to moan and increased the intensity, feeling another orgasm building within her. She cried out as she came again, her pussy clenching and milking Jareth’s shaft until he shot his seed into her depths. He cried out with the intensity of it.
Ariyona collapsed against his chest, his cock still buried deep within her. They both glistened with sweat. After a short time, Jareth demanded, “Release me, now.”
Ariyona sat up and moved off his cock, reaching up to the ropes. She began to untie the knots, but she had barely loosened them when Jareth pulled his hands free, flipped Ariyona onto her back and had her hands tied to the headboard. “Now, my wife, it is my time to torture you.”
Jareth quickly descended upon her breasts as if to make a feast upon them. He licked and sucked like he was receiving sustenance from them and Ariyona writhed beneath him, arching her back to give him more access. “No, my wife. Now it is you who must not move.” He playfully slapped her breasts in mock punishment. Ariyona pouted and Jareth nipped at the lip she stuck out. She laughed and tried to stay still as Jareth moved away from her breasts and up to her wrists. He licked his way from one wrist down to her chest, across her breasts, and up to the other wrist. As he did this, his cock was very near her mouth and she tried to reach it.
“I had hoped you would try that, my love,” Jareth’s voice was husky with desire. “Now it is my turn to punish you.” He flipped her onto her stomach and bent her knees beneath her, so her ass was in the air. “Do not move, my love,” he commanded.
Ariyona watched as Jareth walked into her dressing chamber. She had no idea what he was up to. She pulled on the ropes, but they would not budge. For a moment, while she was alone, images of her time with Vicker and Komar flashed into her mind and she began to panic. She had to bury those images and remind herself she was with her lord husband whom she loved with all her being. She knew he would never harm her and she trusted him completely. Finally Jareth returned with something behind his back.
Jareth climbed on the bed behind her and began stroking her ass with his hand. Ariyona wiggled her ass and heard Jareth cluck in disapproval. Ariyona realized she was supposed to remain still. Suddenly Ariyona felt something strike her ass. It was hard and oval. Ariyona thought it might be her hairbrush. Stroke after stroke, Jareth spanked her with the brush. Ariyona finally burst into tears and begged him to stop. He did, and rained kisses upon her burning ass. Ariyona was confused. She was mad he had spanked her like that, and in pain, but his kisses were making her desire him and her pleasure was building. Then Jareth thrust into her, reaching around to stroke her clit as he pounded into her. The pressure within Ariyona quickly reached the bursting point, and she had a very intense orgasm. She felt Jareth come again within her. Yet she still felt confused.
As soon as Jareth released her bonds, she grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself as she jumped off. She ran to her chamber door and stood with her back against it, glaring at Jareth. He stood in all his naked glory and poured himself some mead. Drinking it down, he sat by the fire and looked at his wife.
“Why do you not sit and tell me what is wrong, Yoni.”
Ariyona obeyed, and sat. “You hit me, husband. You hurt me. I did not like that.”
Jareth took a drink from his goblet and set it down. “I beg to differ. You may not have liked it at first, but when I entered you, you were dripping wet and you came very quickly.”
Ariyona blushed at his words. She didn’t know what to say. She was confused by her feelings. “You have never hit me like that before, my lord,” she finally managed to say.
“The time was not right before. I enjoy it when a woman is bound and I enjoy spanking a woman, as well as other things I have never done with you. Nonetheless, before you, I used to do this a lot.”
Her face burned from his words as she did not like to think of him with other women before her. Albeit, she knew he must have lain with many, as was his right. “Why was now the right time?” she asked.
Jareth stood and walked to her. He tipped her chin up to him with his hand. He was gladdened she did not flinch away. “You opened the door to those desires when you tied my hands, my love. I have wanted to do this with you for a long while, but did not think you would receive it well. I am sorry if I did something you did not want. Mayhap you will come to like it. It would please me greatly if I could do these things with you. Are you willing to try again?”
“Let me think on this. I am not sure yet.”
“Fair enough. Will you go to bed with me, my love?” Ariyona nodded and Jareth scooped her up, blanket and all, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and took the blanket from her, once again kissing her still red ass. Then he curled himself around her, cradling her against him, and they both fell asleep.