forum Arranged Marriage one on one [Closed]

Started October 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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Elowan scrubbed soap over Crystal's back in halting motions, stopping to gently trace each and every scar. She lingered on the long one down her back, trying to imagine the kind of damage required to leave such a large mark. Elowan was a bit jealous. These were scars born from battle. Whispers of past deeds and medals of bravery. Her own scars were the marks of imperfection, given to her because of all the traits she lacked.

When she was finished, she pulled away from Crystal, crossing to the other side of the pool to get as much distance as possible. She didn't know what had come over her, but she could not afford to show openness here. Who knew how her wife would use it? Vulnerability was only good for getting yourself hurt, a lesson Elowan had learned many times over. A lesson she didn't want to learn again.

Crystal had seemed to ease under Elowans touch. She sighed quietly, smiling a little. She let herself relax, to become open to the other. She wanted Elowan to at least accept her a little. When Elowan had finished she slowly sat down in the pool again, letting herself relax. She could never understand the pain Elowan had been through, but she wanted the other to at least realize Crystal wasn't going to hurt her. She shuts her eyes, allowing herself to be open and warm.

Elowan shampooed her hair quickly, taking a huge breath before she dunked her head under the water. Her hair floated around her like a glossy red cloud until she shot out of the water with a gasp. Beads of water dripped down her face as she threw her hair behind her in one swift motion. She quickly checked a clock only to discover they had 5 more minutes in the bathhouse.

She let herself linger in the water for half a minute longer before she dragged herself out, grabbing one of the plush towels and ringing out her hair. Once she was sufficiently dry, she wrapped the towel around herself, covering her scars. "We leave soon. Dry off." She tossed Crystal a towel and waited on the bench beside the door.

Any second now a servant would come in, hand them their nightdresses, and lead them to the bedroom. She wasn't looking forward to it.

Crystal took the towel, sliding out of the water. The clear droplets dropped down her body, but we're soon stopped in their tracks as she wrapped the towel around her body. She takes a deep breath and relaxes, taking a brush and slowly running it through her hair. She then looks towards Elowan before looking down. She was nervous. She wasn't sure what she should do. She was scared. She just stood there, waiting for the servant to fetch them.

Crystal didn't have to wait long. Soon the same slave who had led them to the bathroom quietly entered, bowing respectfully to both of them and keeping his head bowed as he handed each girl small, silken nightgowns. Each was red, to symbolize the passion they would share, covered in white and black lace. White and black represented purity and fertility. Elowan felt like barfing and adding some green to the mix.

She didn't want to lay with someone she didn't like. She didn't want to lay with anyone right now. She dropped her towel, carefully sliding into the dress. It fell a few inches above her mid-thigh, fabric clinging to her skin. She hated it. She wanted to grab a towel and cover herself. She wanted to rip it to shreds and run away. Instead, she simply stood, waiting to be led to the slaughter.

Crystal slowly took the robe, seeing the silk made her sadden. It was a beautiful design, yes. But the meaning behind the robe. She felt hope crumble in her chest, and she shuts her eyes. She takes a slow, deep breath and tried to relax. She let's the towel slip from her body, before slipping on the robe. She didn't like the feel of the silk against her still moist skin. While she looked breathtakingly stunning, she did not feel that way.

She allows herself to follow the servant quietly, not daring to speak. She didn't want to do this. To sleep with someone she did not love. Every step filled her body with dread, but she followed anyways, not wanting to appear hesitant or weak.

Elowan followed her wife. They were led to a small but finely decorated room and left alone. Most of the space was taken up by a large bed, covered in golden sheets. There were no pillows or blankets. This place suffered nothing that would distract from its intended purpose. Elowan pressed herself into a corner. Her skin crawled in revulsion.

She did not want this. She could not want this. She pulled at the hem of her dress, desperately trying to make it cover more skin. This was stupid. She needed to stop being a baby and get this over with. It was better she consummate her marriage in the comfort of her own country instead of on some foreign bed in a place she didn't know.

Crystal looked around the room, biting her lip. She watched as the servant shut the door and left. She takes a deep breath, sitting on the bed, but not moving. She stared at her hands, not willing to look up. She felt ready to cry but she didn't. She did not want to appear weak in her wife's eyes. While Crystal was a strong woman, she didn't dare fight the person she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. Her fingers tap on her leg, wishing the nighgown was longer. Covered more skin.

Elowan sat down quietly on the bed with a grimace. She could do this. It was nothing but sex. Cold, impassionate sex. It meant nothing. She laid herself down, setting her head down onto her arms and trying to relax. This would all be over soon if she just relaxed. She would be the one taking everything, of course. Her wife had all the power here. "Get it over with," She growled, more to the mattress than to Crystal.

Crystal didn't move. Only stared into her lap. She didn't want this. She was to scared. She didn't want to "make love" to someone who didn't love her and who obviously didn't want anything to do with her body. So she sat there, keeping her gaze to the floor. She doesn't make any movement. One would honestly think she was made of stone considering how still she was.

Elowan flipped over, anger evident in every pore of her face. "Oh for fuck's sake!" She began, shoving herself up into Crystal's personal space. Her hair was mussed and a scowl was carving itself into her face and she didn't care. Why couldn't Crystal get it? This was going to happen, be it in weeks, months or years. They may as well get it over with as soon as possible. "Just do me already! What's wrong!? Are you scared!?" She sneered, repressing her fear and hysteria and every bad feeling she had about this situation.

Crystal fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide with terror before she broke. She sobbed. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she curled her fingers into the sheets, not willing to look up at the other. She crossed her legs, not willing to open them. "Why would I do that to you when you don't want it?" She whispers. She didn't want to do anyone. She just wanted to go home and be with her sick mother. She just wanted her brother to be alive so she didn't have to fear this. She didn't want any of it. She was scared. She was terrified. "If you don't want it, I'm not going to force it on you." She hiccuped quietly. "You don't want anything to do with me and that's fine."

Hysteria burbled out of Elowan in the form of an unhinged laugh. Crystal really didn't get it, did she? "I'm going to have to sleep with you at some point! Why not do it here!?" She pushed herself even further into Crystal's personal space, practically sitting in the other woman's lap.

She traced over a well-worn list of faults in her head, trying to figure out which one was holding Crystal back. Was she not pretty enough? Too covered in scars? Too muscley or gruff or angry? Too unwilling? Yes, that had to be it. If she were to get this over with, she would need to appear willing. She could do that. It would sicken her, but she could do it.

"Would you feel better if I said I wanted it? Would you do me then?" She schooled her expression into a vapid smile. She still looked savage, but at least now she didn't look like she was considering murder.

Crystal cried harder before she shoved the woman off, backing into the wall. She shuddered and shook with fear and sorrow. It wasn't that the other wasn't pretty enough, or the scars. She genuinely didn't want this. She didn't want to force something that was thought of sacred in her home to be forced upon someone she was never going to be accepted by. That thought made her shake harder. She was never going to be loved by the other woman and that tore her to pieces. She wanted desperately to be in love with her partner. "You don't have to sleep with me. I don't care about sex! I only want you to be happy. Even if it means you're in this marriage for a week, not even that! If you want to leave I'm not going to stop you because you will never love me and I've accepted that. So just… Do what you wish. You can walk out that door or you can take me. It's your choice." She whispers.

"No, I can't!" Elowan screamed, clenching her head in her hands. Tears worked their way down her face, fat blobs of saltwater dripping silently onto the floor. "Do you think I would be here if I could leave? Do you think I'm just sticking around for fun? NO!" The 'No' bellowed out of her, the roar of a wounded animal more than the exclamation of a scared girl. Her voice softened, infected with a terror she could no longer hold back. "No! My parents will kill me if I don't go with you. Don't you understand? They'll! Kill! Me! I don't have any choices here. I don't have anything."

Crystal looks up when the other let out a eagerly but yet sorrow filled cry. She starts in surprise before biting her lip and sighing quietly. "I didn't know…" She whispers. Slowly she laid back and spreads herself out. "If th-that's the reason… Just do it… Get it over with…" She clenched her eyes shut. "I don't want you to get hurt because of my arrogance." She whispers. She shut her eyes. She was losing herself to a person who didn't have a single ounce of compassion towards her.

Elowan clenched and unclenched her fists, taking in the new information. It made sense that Crystal didn't know. Nobody wanted to reveal that their daughter wasn't the sheep she was raised to be. Nobody wanted to reveal that they couldn't beat the disobedience out of their only child. The gods knew her parents had tried. When Crystal laid herself down, Elowan huffed disapprovingly, pulling the girl back to her knees.

"I have to be the one to…to take it," she explained, spreading herself in front of her new wife. She was just a gift, the diplomatic version of a stack of gold. Crystal was the one receiving the gift. She was the one who got the power. She just hoped Crystal knew what she was doing. Sex with inexperienced people hurt like a bitch.

Crystal looked down at the other. She had been educated, yes. She knew how to do it, but… She hesitated. She hesitated because she didn't want to use the woman in front of her. "I-in my country…" She whispers. "Women are never treated this way… This is wrong…" She whispers. Gojng back home, taking a woman without her consent, could kead yku to a punishment worse than death. She tenderly touched Elowan's cheek.

Elowan leaned away from the touch. It reminded her of the second time she'd had sex. The guy put his hand over her mouth to make her shut up. Said she talked too much. She let out a deep breath, thinking about the maids of the palace. The maids who, while they never admitted anything, all obtained a certain look of resigned horror whenever the king asked them to dust his room that night.

"In my country," she hissed, forcing herself to relax. This would be unpleasent for both of them if she was too tense. "We do this every day."

She looks at the other before shaking her head and pulling away. She takes a trembling breath. She couldn't do this. She just couldn't. She refused to. But she knew if she didn't Elowan would get her. She trembles and shakes her head. How could she do it? How? Slowly. Slowly she looks over at the other. "I can't…" He voice was tiny and broken.

Elowan let a breath force it's way out of her lungs. It shook through the empty room. Of fucking course, she couldn't do it. Why would she be able to save her wife? "What is it? Do you need me to pretend to like this? Would that help you?" She spread her legs farther, letting the stupid nightgown slip farther up her thighs. She could pretend. Pretending was easy. She didn't know why she felt so awful about the suggestion.

Crystal laughed softly, shaking her head. "You don't like it. It's something that you would never want from me. You've loathed me since the second we met." She mutters. "I could see it. I don't blame you for loathing me. I took you from a place you know, married you and now we're returning back to my kingdom in the morning." She mutters. She looks up. "If I left markings, but didn't actually do anything, would that be convincing enough for your father?" She whispered.

Elowan thought about it, mind clouded with relief. She didn't have to fuck a near perfect stranger. Just let her nibble on her neck for a bit. Her parents would be looking for signs of her supposed lost virginity, and a swirl of bruises on her neck would certainly prove that she had done something. "They should do," She said, pulling herself to her knees. She tilted her head to the side, giving Crystal plenty of blank skin to bruise up.

Crystal watched the other think, biting her lip. She nods and takes a deep breath, gently placing her lips to Elowan's neck. As much as she didn't want to do it, as much as she didn't want to take part of this, she carefully nibbled at the others skin, leaving a few marks here and there. She left a small mark above her chest, just to be safe. Once done, she pulled away and nodded before sitting on the edge of the bed. She takes a deep breath and tries to relax.

Elowan ran a hand over her neck, pressing lightly on the marks. Not one of them was dark enough. Wives were supposed to be taken harshly. It was a show of force. Something one did to prove who had all the power in the situation. "You need to make these dark," She explained, casually scratching a hand down her shoulder. It would help her seem more hurt. Like she'd been truly taken advantage of.

Crystal looks at Elowan as she ran her hands down the marks. Biting her lip, she slowly nods and leans forward, darkening them, bruising the skin. She didn't enjoy doing this, but she tried her hardest to make sure the other would be safe from her parents wrath. She takes a breath and pulls away. "Anything else?"

Elowan breathed heavily. The feeling of lips on her neck was unpleasant and her skin prickled with the legs of a thousand invisible spiders when Crystal was done. When she tested the bruises this time, they were deep enough. More than enough actually. Even without pressing on them, she could feel them sinking into her skin. "Scratch my back. Hard." Scratches on her back could be easily covered by a dress but would ensure that whichever servant came to grab them would know something was going on.

Crystal nods, taking a small breath, not wanting to do any of this, but she obeyed and shifted towards Elowans back, gently tugging on her robe. "I…" She shuts her mouth before taking a quiet breath and trying to keep calm. "Are you sure?" She mutters.

Elowan breathed deeply through her nose. "Yes, I am sure. Scratch me." She pulled the small strap of her dress off her shoulder, leaving it open and vulnerable. At least her scar tissue would keep her from feeling this too much. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the feeling of nails down her back. Although she was used to pain, being hurt was never pleasant.