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No Need For STorks
By : moviefan
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Chapter List
- 1-No Need For Storks
- 2-Still No Need For Storks
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(A/N: Ok, so, this is going to be an interesting one. Funnily enough, it actually started out as a joke. So, remember how Nancy ran off to Andalasia with Edward at the end of the movie? Well, a friend of mine joked how what if in Andalasia storks were the method of childbirth like they were in Dumbo. Well, that joke gave life to the idea for this story. What is storks really were where babies came from in Andalasia? How would that affect things with Robert and Giselle, or with Edward and Nancy? I thought it would be fun to explore that. So this is going to be a two-shot where both Giselle and Edward learn on their wedding nights an alternative method of having children aside from relying on storks. Naturally, the first chapter will be abut Robert and Giselle, and the second one will be Nancy and Edward. Enjoy.)
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"NO NEED FOR STORKS"
Chapter 1: No Need For Storks
For someone who had thought for the longest time that there was no such thing as happily ever after, Robert Philip certainly felt that he had found his. Ever since his wife had left him and his daughter, Morgan, no longer wanting anything to do with either of them, he’d grown cynical of such a foolish notion. After all, how could happily ever after exist when one didn’t even know what tomorrow might bring?
Be that as it may, he had at least thought he’d had an idea of what the rest of his life would look like. That is, until an actual fairytale princess had quite literally dropped into his life. Well, ok, technically she hadn’t been an actual princess since she had only been engaged to Prince Edward of the magical kingdom of Andalasia, but it was certainly close enough.
Ever since then, Robert had had his perception of reality put into question quite a few times. Initially believing Giselle to be a little loopy in the head, he had begun to wonder if the fairytale world she claimed to be from was real. The redhead certainly seemed like she had crawled straight out of a classic Disney animated movie. With the way she seemed happy all the time and was able to spread that happiness to others, the way she was able to spontaneously break out into seemingly original songs and dances and get other people to join in, even when they shouldn’t know the lyrics, with the way she could make a dress out practically anything, not to mention how she seemed to be able to communicate with animals and get them to do what she asked. Yes, she certainly seemed to have all the traits of a Disney princess.
Naturally, Robert had still been skeptical, even though Morgan believed her. He’d tried to get his unexpected houseguest to accept reality, not to mention see the problem with marrying someone she had literally only known for a day. Though he had to admit, after meeting Edward and seeing how he too seemed to live in the same lala land as Giselle, he began to wonder if there was more to things than meets the eye.
He still didn’t believe in magic though, not really, not even when he had given Giselle what was supposedly true love’s kiss, the only thing that could wake her from the supposed sleep spell the cursed apple she had bitten had cast upon her. He figured there had to be some rational explanation for all that. However, there was no way to rationally explain how Edward’s stepmother, Queen Narissa, had suddenly transformed into a dragon and kidnapped him.
Sufficient to say, after he had been saved by Giselle and the dragon had been defeated by a chipmunk, one far too sentient compared to others, he’d been left with little choice than to not only believe in magic, but accept everything that Giselle had been telling him was true.
It was funny. Robert had thought he’d had everything planned out. He’d thought he would end up marrying his long-term girlfriend, Nancy Tremaine, and live a relatively happy life of contentment. After his wife had left him, he didn’t think he would truly find love again. And while he did love Nancy, it was more of a platonic love he held for her. But they got along well, offered each other affection and companionship, plus the sex between them was great, even if he never did invite her to spend the night. She would also be a good mother to Morgan; he’d wanted his daughter to have a mother, especially since the woman who had given birth to her had no interest in filling that role.
Instead, he now found himself married to the very woman who had turned his life upside-down. The happiness she brought him and the love he felt for her far surpassed what he had felt for Nancy or even his ex-wife. It was hard not to believe in true love while feeling what he felt for her. And as evident at his ability to break the sleep spell she had been under, it was apparently a real thing.
He still felt a little bad for falling for her while he had been in a relationship with Nancy, but it was simply impossible not to fall in love with the bubbly redhead. He would have felt even worse had Nancy and Edward not run off together later, going back to Andalasia for their own happily ever after, leaving him and Giselle to have theirs. And so, the two of them had embraced their newfound love.
And now they were married, having tied the knot earlier today. With Morgan staying with her grandparents for the next two weeks, he and Giselle would be leaving for their honeymoon tomorrow. Tonight though, they were spending their first night together as a married couple in a fancy hotel suite Robert had booked for the night.
Despite the hotel not being their home, Robert still saw fit to carry his blushing bride over the threshold. Giselle laughed happily in his arms, opening the door for him as he carried her into the room. Their luggage had already been brought up, and Robert kicked the door closed behind them. He set his new wife down and she instantly seized his hand, happily and eagerly pulling him into the suite.
She came to a stop though at the giant glass windows overlooking the city, providing the newlywed couple with a spectacular view, and Giselle’s face lit up at the sight. “Oh my, it’s so beautiful!” she declared.
Letting go of his hand, she rushed over to the window, pressing her face and hands to the glass. Robert had to admit, it truly was a beautiful sight, but his gaze was fixated on the woman he had married. She was still in her wedding dress, looking as gorgeous as ever. It was the same dress she had been wearing when he’d found her, just with a few modifications and repairs for the damage it had received in some areas that she had taken care of herself; she was the one who had made it after all.
Some might consider it unorthodox or inappropriate for her to get married in the same wedding dress she had been wearing back when she was going to marry another man, but seeing as it was also the same dress she had been wearing when the two of them had met, not to mention it was from her world, the dress had special meaning to them both and made them feel like it was the most suitable one she could have chosen, though she had made a few adjustments and included a few new additions so it wasn’t exactly the same. And as she held up her hands and began spinning around as she laughed in delight, she seemed to enhance the beauty of the city itself.
“Yes,” Robert said quietly as he stared at her, “beautiful.”
She turned back to him and rushed over, taking his hands in both of hers as she gave him a dazzling smile. “Oh, Robert, I’ve never been so happy. This is truly a dream come true. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. This is the beginning of our happily ever after.”
At one point, he might have put such a claim into question with how uncertain the future always was, but now he felt that he too could not only say it, but truly believe it. “Yes, Giselle, I think it is.”
She giggled in delight, but then began looking around. “But where is Morgan? I assumed she would meet us here.”
Robert let out a small laugh. “No, remember, I told you that she would be staying with her grandparents.”
Giselle blinked. “Oh, I thought that that was just during the wedding reception and that we would meet up here later.”
She thought Morgan would come with them to the hotel? He’d told her that she would be staying with his parents when they were making plans for their honeymoon. Had he not been clear enough? Well, there had been a lot going on with all the wedding preparations, so he supposed some miscommunication had happened.
During the wedding itself, Morgan had been the flower girl, and later had shared several dances with her father and new mother. As the reception went into the night though, the six-year-old had eventually fallen asleep and her grandparents had left with her.
“No, she’ll be with her grandparents while we’re on our honeymoon,” he told her. Wrapping his arms around her, he gave her a squeeze. “I’ve got you all to myself for the next two weeks.”
She let out a giggle, but then her smile fell away and she gave him a confused look. “You mean she won’t be coming with us?”
Now it was his turn to give her a confused look. There really had been some miscommunication. “No, she won’t be. Do people normally take their kids with them on their honeymoon in Andalasia?”
She just shrugged. “I’m afraid I don’t know. I’ve never been married before. And since I lived in the forest and was raised by animals, I didn’t meet many people.”
He supposed that made sense. And how utterly bizarre was it to think that his wife being raised by talking animals was a reasonable explanation for anything. “Well, most people tend to leave their kids with someone so the newlyweds can spend some time alone together on their honeymoon.”
“Oh,” she said, accepting his explanation without question; she really was far too trusting. “Well, if you say so. Still, it would have been nice to have her here for at least tonight on our first night together as a real family.”
He wobbled his head, agreeing with her to an extent. “Yeah, but even couples that do bring their kids on their honeymoon tend to at least take the night for themselves to have some privacy.”
She cocked her head to the side, giving him a questioning look. “Privacy? Why would they need privacy?”
Now he was the one who was confused. “Well, because, usually they make love.”
He watched as Giselle’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in astonishment. “They actually make love?”
Suddenly feeling awkward, Robert’s eyes darted around the room. “Um… usually, yes.”
She placed her hands on his chest, now looking excited. “And they actually know how to make it?”
“Uh… Well, if it’s their first time, they usually figure it out.”
Letting him go, she began clapping her hands. “Making love, how exciting!” She suddenly let out a gasp of realization. “Do they sell it?”
Robert’s eyes grew wide in surprise as her question brought forth thoughts of porn videos, adult websites, and prostitution. “W-Well… some do, yes. On the internet, or they sell videos… Some offer their services directly.”
Like always, Giselle was all smiles. “How amazing that everyone can just figure out how to make love. Is it a love potion, or is it a love spell?”
He didn’t respond as her question took him aback. He just stared at her as he suddenly got the distinct impression that they were talking about two completely different things, and he let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, um, Giselle, are you talking about literally making love, as in love itself?”
She innocently cocked her head to the side. “But isn’t that what you said? You said that they make love. I thought that only fairy godmothers could do something like that.”
They were talking about two different things. “No, no, Giselle, I meant the act of making love. You know, the physical expression of it.”
Her confusion increased and she gave him a puzzled look. “You mean as in a performance? Like a play of how they fell in love? That sounds fun!”
“No, no, no, no,” he said, waving his hands. “I’m talking about… you know… sex.”
She blinked at his words. “Sex?”
He nodded hopefully. “Yes, you know, as in where babies come from.” He hesitated as he suddenly remembered her naivety. “You… do know where babies come from… right?”
She smiled at him. “Of course I do, silly,” she said with a giggle, giving him a playful shove. “The stork brings them.”
Silence met her statement. Robert could only stare at her blankly in stunned disbelief as she gave an answer he only would have expected from a child. And yet he somehow found himself beginning to nod. “…The stork?”
“Yes, the stork,” she replied with absolute certainty. “Everyone knows that.”
“They… do?”
“Of course they do. But what’s that have to do with making love?”
Robert suddenly felt the need to sigh heavily. Giselle may not have the education as someone from his world, but she couldn’t be that ignorant, could she? She may have been raised by animals, albeit intelligent animals, but some of them must have reproduced during her life time.
“Um, right,” he said, rubbing his chin uncomfortably. “And, um, might I ask exactly how storks bring babies?”
In response, she playfully pushed him again. “Oh, you know. When two people love each other very, very much and decide they want to have a baby, they contact a stork and it brings them one.”
At her explanation, he nodded slowly. “Ok… and where exactly does the stork get them from to bring them to the parents?”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, don’t you know? They make them from the clouds.”
“…The clouds?”
“Of course, they shape them from the clouds and then bring the babies to life, and then the stork flies them to the parents.”
He was still nodding, even without realizing it. “I see… And you’ve…” he hesitated, not wanting to make her feel stupid, “you’ve actually seen them make babies this way?”
“Oh, no, of course not. They do that way up in the sky. But I have seen them deliver babies to my different animal friends.”
“You… have?”
“Certainly. The storks even sing Happy Birthday once the parents decide on a name.”
Feeling more awkward than ever, Robert rubbed the back of his head. Was it really possible that babies were born this way in Andalasia? He certainly couldn’t rule it out since magic seemed to run rampant in that world. And she would know better than him.
“Yes, well, I’m not sure how things work in Andalasia, but that’s not how babies are born here,” he told her.
She blinked in surprise. “You mean, a stork didn’t bring you Morgan?”
He shook his head. “No, that’s not a thing here.”
She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Then you don’t have storks in this world?”
“No, we do, but they’re just normal birds here.”
At this point, Giselle looked utterly confused. She appeared to be deep in thought before giving him a bewildered look. “But then… where do babies come from here?”
Glad to put the stork business behind them, Robert tried to get the conversation back on track. “Well, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. See, in order to make a baby, a man and a woman need to… have… have sex. Or, as we also call it, make love.”
He watched as her brow furrowed in confusion as she attempted to make sense of his words. “They… have sex?” She gave him a curious look. “How do people have sex?”
She didn’t know. She really didn’t know. Well, he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. If babies really came from storks in Andalasia, then she wouldn’t know. And now she was asking him to explain it? This was certainly not how he expected his wedding night to go, He’d been hoping to make love to his wife, not have The Talk with her. He still hadn’t even had it with Morgan yet; at least she knew babies didn’t come from storks though.
“Um…” he began awkwardly, trying to figure out the best way to have this conversation. “You see… for a man and a woman to, um, make love, they have to… be intimate.”
Her face lit up at that and she began clapping her hands. “Oh, you mean true love’s kiss!”
He hesitated before giving her a nod. “That’s… Yes, that’s usually part of it. But really, the man and the woman need to… Well, you see, the man needs to take his… private part and put it in the woman’s… private part…”
He felt his face heat up as he attempted to explain it to her. God, was it going to be this awkward explaining it to Morgan? No, he would make sure to prepare his explanation in advance when he spoke to her about it.
He hoped Giselle would understand his, admittedly, vague explanation, and she seemed to be thinking about what he said. He saw looks of understanding followed by confusion flash across her face, as if she was managing to work out what he said but was still confused, as if she couldn’t understand why anyone would do what he had just said.
“So…” she said carefully, giving him an uncertain look, “you’re saying that the man takes his…” her cheeks colored slightly, “his… penis,” she covered her mouth as if she had just used some horrible profanity, but then lowered her hand and continued, “and puts it in the women’s…”
She trailed off, giving him a questioning look, as if looking for confirmation that she was on the right track, and he nodded awkwardly. “In her… vagina, yes. That’s… pretty much the gist of it.”
Her eyes widened in shock, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But… wouldn’t that hurt?”
Robert hesitated as her question opened a door to a whole different set of topics. After thinking about it for a few moments, he wobbled his head as he decided to give her the abridged explanation. “Well… for the first time it can be painful for the girl, at least at the beginning. But then it shouldn’t hurt anymore after that.”
Giselle continued to look bewildered. “But then… why would they do that if it hurts?”
“It only hurts at the start, but then it’s supposed to feel really good.”
Her eyes were as wide as ever. “It feels… good?”
He nodded awkwardly. “If you do it right, yes.”
She seemed to be considering his words, but still looked puzzled, as if she couldn’t figure out how such a thing was meant to feel good. Robert really hoped he wouldn’t need to go into a whole explanation of the body’s anatomy. This was uncomfortable enough to talk about without going into full detail on how the whole process worked right now.
“But wait,” she said suddenly, giving him a confused look. “You said that some people sell it. How do they sell something like… that?”
Robert held back a groan. Maybe a biology lesson would have been less awkward than answering this question, but there was no turning back now. “Yes… I did say that. Um…” he folded his hands together in thought, “well, you see… since it does feel good, some women, and men too, will offer… services… where they, you know, do that if you pay them.”
That, at least, she seemed to understand, but she still seemed confused. “But if it feels good, then why would anyone ask for money for it? Why doesn’t everyone just do it all the time?”
Fidgeting uncomfortably, Robert rubbed the back of his head as he tried to think of the best way to put this. “Yeah, see, even though it feels good, it’s really only something you’re supposed to do with your husband or wife. Or at least with the person you love if you’re not married yet. People tend to… look down on those who just sleep around.”
“Sleep around?”
“Have sex with a bunch of different people,” he clarified. “It’s considered disgraceful to do that, and others may think you’re… dirty.” He could tell that she was confused. Giving up, he waved his hands dismissively. “Look, all you really need to know is that making love is only supposed to be done with your spouse.”
He watched as Giselle’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Oh, so it’s like sharing true love’s kiss.”
He let out a sigh, deciding to let her go with that logic. “Yes, more or less. It’s like true love’s kiss. And you wouldn’t just share that with anyone, would you?”
She immediately shook her head, almost looking horrified at the very thought. “Oh, of course not! I understand completely.”
No, he didn’t think she did, but it was close enough for now, and she would come to understand better in time. “Ok, well, as long as you get it.”
He hoped that she would let the matter drop from there, but instead she continued to give him a questioning look. “I still don’t understand though. How do they sell it over the internet, or with videos?”
Robert almost wanted to slap his forehead. Why had he said that? Giselle was still so innocent; he needed to watch what he said around her until she had a proper grasp on things. And while she had since learned what movies were and was becoming familiar with the internet, he could see how the thought of using either to sell making love would confuse her.
“It’s… well…” he muttered, not sure how to put it into words. “It’s… porn.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s porn? Is that a food?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s what they call videos of two people making love. Either as movies or over the internet.”
Giselle’s eyes were wide with shock. “They sell videos of themselves or others doing that? Why?”
He wanted to groan, but tried to remain patient as he reminded himself of her naivety. If she compared making love to true love’s kiss, perhaps he should go with that as an analogy. “Well, like you said, it’s like sharing true love’s kiss. You like seeing other people do that, right?”
Giselle clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh, yes! It’s so beautiful seeing two people express their love in such a way.”
He nodded, hoping she would understand the connection. “Right, well, it’s like that. Some people like to, uh, watch others make love because it… makes them feel good. Get it?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I see now. It’s obvious.” Then, still smiling, she gave him a curious but expectant look. “Do you wish to make love to me, Robert?”
He hadn’t been prepared for the question, nor for the innocent way in which she had asked it, and the question suddenly had him feeling flustered, like he was some virgin boy about to experience his first time.
“Well, I’d like to,” he told her honestly. “Most couples do on their wedding night.” He then remembered what had kicked off this conversation. “That’s why if they have kids, they don’t take them with them.”
“Oh,” she said, now sounding curious. “So you don’t want people to see us making love?”
He almost swore as he realized her question stemmed from comparing making love to true love’s kiss and how she liked to see other people share it. “No… most people prefer to keep it private.”
She cocked her head to the side in confusion. “Then why make videos for others to see?”
“That’s, well, like I said. For money. Some people will pay to watch others make love.”
He was afraid she would inquire on the matter further, but instead saw her fall deep into thought. He really hoped this conversation was coming to an end, because he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this awkward. God, if it was this bad with his wife, how was it going to be when he eventually had to have The Talk with Morgan?
“Robert,” Giselle said, pulling his mind away from such an uncomfortable future conversation with his daughter, “you said that these… prone videos are on the internet?”
Noting her mispronunciation, he hesitantly nodded, wondering where she was going with this. “Porn videos. Yes. Why?”
He watched as a hint of pink filled her cheeks. “Do you think… I could possibly see one?”
His eyes widened in shock. He had not expected her to ask that. “I’m sorry, what? You want to see one?”
She was fiddling with her hands nervously. “I do. If we’re going to make love, I wish to see what it includes so that I have a better understanding of it.” She gave him a hopeful look. “So may I see one, please?”
Robert could only stare. What exactly was he supposed to do? Turn down her request? Was that even an option at this point, or had he dug himself into too deep of a hole? “Y-Yes…”
Which had been what had led to this moment. While most people who decided to wait to save themselves for marriage may find their wedding night go differently than how they imagined, Robert had a feeling that his was topping any of theirs. Husbands usually made love to their wives, they didn’t end up watching porn with them instead. And yet that was exactly what was happening.
They had both gotten out of their wedding clothes, mostly, with Robert removing most of his suit with the exception of his black dress pants and white button-down shirt. Giselle had gotten out of her wedding dress too and slipped into a simple camisole dress while he had searched for a suitable video online for her to see.
He’d tried to find as simple and as basic of a video as he could that didn’t have anything too explicit or hardcore, but still covered the basics. And as the video played, he felt far too hot as his eyes looked anywhere but at the computer screen while Giselle’s wide eyes remained glued to it.
“Why are they naked!?” she’d exclaimed in shock when the two people in the video had disrobed. “That’s indecent! They’re not covered up at all!”
At first Robert thought that was a little hypocritical for her to say after the way he had caught her naked after she had just finished showering the morning after that first night he’d let her stay over when she had said that he could enter the bathroom, but then he remembered how the birds had obscured her nudity with the bath towel, so he hadn’t actually seen anything. The couple in the video though were completely exposed to each other.
“Most people get completely undressed when they make love,” he told her as he willed the warmth out of his cheeks. “They like to see their partner and be able to touch them anywhere without having their clothes be in the way.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Plus, people tend to get hot when making love.”
He hoped she wouldn’t inquire any further, but if she did have any more questions, she was too distracted by what was happening in the video. She did, however, have something to say when the man in the video performed cunnilingus on the woman while the woman gave the man a blowjob.
“They’re putting each other’s privates in their mouths!” she cried in shock. “Why would they do that? Those parts are called private for a reason!”
Certain his face was beet red, he nodded. “Yes, that’s a fairly common thing people do when making love.”
“But I thought you said that when they make love that the man puts his,” she paused for a moment, then lowered her voice to a whisper, “penis in the woman’s vagina?”
Good God, he hoped things didn’t go this bad when he spoke to Morgan about all this; they would definitely not be watching any porn videos together, that was for sure. “Well… this is called foreplay. It also feels really good, and it’s supposed to help get them ready to actually make love.”
It seemed she decided to take his word for it as she returned her attention to what was happening on screen. When the couple finally got ready for the main event, they assumed the missionary position, and Giselle leaned in close as she looked on with uncertainty and utter fascination.
“Is that really going to fit?” she asked as the man got into position to enter the woman.
The question seemed to just be her thinking out loud rather than her directing it at him, so he remained silent as she watched as the man entered the woman. Giselle’s hand flew to her mouth in shock, and her wide eyes turned to Robert questioningly.
“Are you sure that didn’t hurt her?” she asked worriedly.
Robert shifted uncomfortably. “Like I said, only for the first time, and only for a little while if they do it right, then it feels good.” He motioned back to the video. “Does it look like he’s hurting her?”
Giselle returned her eyes to the screen and watched as the woman began moaning as the man thrusted into her. “No, it looks like she’s really enjoying it.”
And so, for the next twenty minutes or so, they watched as the couple on screen made love, changing positions from missionary to the woman riding the man, then shifting to doggystyle. Robert watched as Giselle was unable to tear her eyes away from the images she was seeing, her mouth hanging open in shock.
During the last minute of the video, Giselle let out a gasp as the man suddenly pulled out of the woman, who promptly turned around to allow her lover to cum all over her face. Robert winced at having not anticipated the video ending in such a way as he gave his wife an uneasy look, noting the disgusted expression on her face.
“What was that he squirted all over her face?” she asked in complete bewilderment. “And why did it come out of… there?”
Sighing, he closed out of the video. “Um, that was him cumming on her.”
This only seemed to confuse her further. “Cumming? What’s that?”
He sighed internally. Of course she wouldn’t know. “It’s… what happens when a man, um, finishes.”
“It looks gross.”
Once again, he kicked himself for not anticipating the video’s ending. “Well, some people like to see it. That’s really only something for the videos though. Most couples don’t actually do that when they make love.”
She looked back at the screen where the video had been playing. “So men don’t actually squirt out that white stuff?”
He had to try not to groan. Was he now going to have to have a whole biology lesson with her on what happens during sex? “No, they do. It’s called an orgasm. It’s the, um, climax of sex. But like I said, it’s really just for show. Usually, the man cums inside his partner.”
She looked utterly bewildered by what he was telling her. “And the woman… likes it?”
He assumed she meant the man cumming inside the woman as opposed to on her face. “Well, usually, yes. They tend to think it feels good.”
She seemed to think about this for a few moments before asking, “And the woman, does she have an orgasm as well? Like that?”
Ok, biology lesson it was. “Yes, women climax too, just differently than men do.” He motioned to the screen. “That, um, white stuff that the man released, that was called semen. He shoots it inside a woman, and that’s what causes a baby to grow in her stomach.”
A horrified look crossed Giselle’s face and her hands flew to her own stomach. “A baby grows inside her stomach!?”
Damn it, why didn’t he think before speaking? Of course what was natural for him would seem foreign and horrifying for someone like her who didn’t know any better. “No, no, no, no, it’s not a bad thing. Like I said, that’s how babies are born in this world. They’re made between two people having sex, and then the woman gives birth. It’s perfectly normal here.” He paused for a moment before adding, “And we have preventative ways of making sure a baby doesn’t get made if the couple isn’t ready to have one yet.”
She seemed to be reassured, no longer looking so shocked or horrified, and he watched her visibly relax. She now appeared deep in thought, and glanced curiously from her stomach to the laptop to Robert then back again several times. Robert wondered what she was thinking about, but whatever it was, it caused a blush to fill her cheeks.
“Robert…” she said carefully, her cheeks reddening further, “I think I understand what you mean about why some people like to watch these… porn videos. While I was watching it, I started to feel… funny. A good kind of funny. It’s like a tingly sensation.”
Now Robert felt his own face heat up as he realized that she was trying to tell him that she was feeling aroused without realizing what it meant. “Uh… yes, that’s why people watch them, because it makes them feel good like that.”
She nodded slowly. “And… this making love… sex… it really feels good?”
Now it was his turn to slowly nod. “Again, if it’s done right.”
She was silent for nearly a minute, but then her blush deepened as she gave him a shy look. “Could we… could we try it?”
He stared at her inquisitively. After having this whole discussion, he hadn’t been sure if she would want to or not. He thought she might want to sit with all this information for a while and become accustomed to the idea before she considered trying to have sex. But looking at her, she looked shy and somewhat embarrassed, but also rather intrigued.
“Are you sure you want to?” he asked carefully. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything or make you feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to rush anything. I’m willing to wait for whenever you’re ready.”
Turning to him fully, she reached out and covered his hand with hers. “Robert, I love you, and I want to be able to express my love to you however I can.” She motioned to the laptop. “And if this making love is a way to do that, then I want to, I want to experience that with you.” Her cheeks colored some more and she shyly averted her eyes. “B-Besides… I’m rather… curious to know what it’s like…”
He almost couldn’t believe it. She really wanted to do this with him now. “You’re really sure?” he asked, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze.
Slowly, she looked back and nodded once. “I am. Please, Robert, make love to me.”
What further incentive did he need? Especially when she was looking at him like that, so loving and wanting. But did she really understand what she was asking? He explained the process, more or less, and she’d seen the video, but was it enough? He wanted her. God, he wanted her, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her naivety or ignorance.
As if sensing his hesitation, she brought up her other hand and gently cupped his cheek. “Make love to me, Robert, I want you to.”
He couldn’t say no to that, and he caught her hand in his, pressing a kiss into her palm as he looked at her with all the love he had for her. “Ok.”
This time, he reached out to cup her cheek, and he slowly drew her in. Their lips met in a long, loving kiss, and he felt Giselle grip his shirt tightly. They rested their foreheads together when they came apart, staring into each other’s eyes for several long moments. Then he reached down and gently scooped her up bridal style, just as he had when he carried her across the threshold.
Her arms went around his neck as he rose to his feet, and he carried her into the bedroom. This too had a massive floor-to-ceiling window right by the bed that overlooked the city, allowing the moonlight to shine through, but they were so high up and so far away from the nearest building that anyone looking their way would need binoculars to see them.
He approached the bed and gently sat her down on it. Giselle turned to him as he moved to stand in front of her with nothing but love written all over his face. Even now, he still couldn’t believe this amazing woman had chosen him of all people, even over the magical, fairytale world she had come from. And yet she had never once showed any sign of having regretted her decision, not even during the rare instances where they argued; she actually still got giddy afterwards at having experienced anger during those instances since she apparently never felt it when in Andalasia.
Reaching up, he carefully undid the style she had her hair in, letting her flaming red locks to spill down her back and over her shoulders. Leaning in, he kissed her once more, gently brushing her hair behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders. Her own hands came up to cup his face, holding him to her as their lips pressed together.
He gently coaxed her lips apart and her mouth opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss. While he hadn’t known that she didn’t even know what sex was, he had figured out pretty quickly that she was a virgin back when they had first officially gotten together. And while they had fallen into some pretty heated make out sessions since then, he hadn’t taken things any further, not wanting their relationship to be based off sex.
But now they were married, she knew what making love was, and she was asking him to do it with her. And so he gently ran his hands down her arms and to her sides, over the silky material of her camisole, down to her hips. Giselle kept her eyes closed as they continued to kiss, but slowly rose her arms, holding them straight up.
Breaking the kiss, he took the hint and slipped his fingers beneath the material of her camisole, then began slowly drawing it up her body. His heart pounded as more and more of her skin was exposed, making him feel like an excited teenager about to experience his first time. Up and up the silvery-peach colored material went, past her breasts and over her face. It slid up her raised arms as he lifted it over her head, and her hair fell as the garment came off her head. When it came free of her hands, Giselle lowered her arms and shook out her hair, then looked up at him shyly.
Letting the camisole fall from his hands, Robert took in the sight of his wife as she sat on the bed before him in nothing but a pair of lacey panties. He felt his breath catch in his throat at how gorgeous she was. Her body was perfect, and yet she still looked up at him uncertainly, her cheeks coloring in embarrassment. She seemed nervous too, and he could tell by her body language that she was resisting the urge to cover up.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her in a hushed voice.
He saw some of her nervousness fade as she smiled up at him, then her gaze drifted down to his shirt. Her own hands came up at the same time as his, and they both started to unbutton his shirt, him starting at the top, her at the bottom. Their hands met in the middle as the last button came undone, but she was the one to push his shirt open, and he shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
She’d seen him without a shirt on before; since they were living together, it had been inevitable. But she had never stared at his bare chest the way she was now before, so… hungrily. Had learning about sex and seeing the video awakened her own sexuality, causing her to look at him in a different light? The expression on her face and her flushed appearance told him that that was indeed the case.
Suddenly, he felt rather self-conscious. Since this would be his first time being intimate with her, there was naturally some nervousness. Knowing she was a virgin made it even more anxiety provoking. But now, knowing that she didn’t even know what sex was outside of what he had told her and what she had seen in the video, he was even more nervous, especially since this was happening on their wedding night. He wanted to please her and make her first time special. And while Nancy and his ex-wife had always seemed impressed by him and been left thoroughly satisfied, he still couldn’t help feeling anxious right now.
He must have been lost in his thoughts for a while, because he eventually saw Giselle’s eyes drop down to his waist before going back up to him and she said, “Robert, your pants.”
Coming out of his head, he swallowed down his nervousness and reached for his belt. He unbuckled it and then undid the button and zipper of his pants before he began pushing the down. He heard Giselle’s breath hitch as he pushed them past his legs and kicked them off.
Now they were both in only their undergarments, her in her panties and him in his boxers. They simply stared at each other, their eyes drinking the other in, and a blush filled Giselle’s cheeks. The sight of her cheeks reddening spurred Robert into action, and he leaned in to kiss her again. Despite the nervousness she clearly displayed, there was no hesitation on her part as she began to kiss him with just as much passion and enthusiasm as he felt.
Ever so slowly, he brought up one of his hands and touched her breast. Giselle gasped loudly into his mouth and pulled back slightly, her eyes wide as she stared at him in what seemed to be surprise. Robert had halted his hand movement at her gasp, currently only touching her breast with his fingertips. But after a few moments of hesitation, she brought up her own hand and pressed it to the back of his.
He accepted the invitation and fully cupped her breast, feeling her erect nipple harden into a bead against his palm. As he began to knead her breast, her hand went from the back of his to gripping his wrist as her other hand moved to the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss. She let out a moan into his mouth as he gently squeezed and caressed her, his other hand circling around to press against her lower back.
Both of Giselle’s own hands slowly came up and circled around his neck, pulling him closer as they kissed. They made out for a time, briefly pausing for breaths of air until they finally came apart, resting their foreheads together as they panted. Robert looked into her eyes, seeing the longing and desire she held shining in them, and had to resist kissing her again.
“Lay back for me,” he told her in a hushed voice.
Her arms reluctantly unwound from around his neck and she began to lower herself down onto the bed, scooting further up onto the mattress. Robert moved on top of her, covering her body with his. Being careful not to crush her, he eased himself down on top of her, suppressing a groan as her breasts pressed against his chest. Her arms circled around his neck again, and they resumed making out.
Their undergarments were the only thing keeping them apart. Robert was already harder than he could ever remember being, but held himself in check, wanting to ease her into things for her first time. He couldn’t resist pushing against her clothed center though, and he felt her nails scratch against his back when he did.
Despite not knowing about sex until now, she must have been guided either by instinct or desire, as her legs slowly began to spread for him until she was cradling him between her thighs. He ground himself against her and she moaned into his mouth. He repeated the motion, earning him a similar response, and he kept up the movements. She began to mimic him, grinding against him in return, and she proceeded to emit more pleasing sounds as they dry humped against each other.
Breaking the kiss, he held back another groan as he looked down at his wife, her cheeks flushed and a dreamy, glazed over look in her eyes. “God, I love you.”
Unwinding one of her arms, she traced her index finger over his lips. “I love you too.” Then her eyes suddenly went wide as a look of realization crossed her face. “Oh!”
“What?” he asked in concern.
“Nancy!” she exclaimed.
His worry gave way to confusion. “What? What about her?”
“The day she and I met. You and I tripped and fell on each other. I thought she thought we were kissing, but she actually thought you and I were doing this, didn’t she?”
He felt himself relax and couldn’t hold back the amusement that followed. It hadn’t been a laughing matter then, but looking back at the situation now, it was a misunderstanding that was like a cliché scene straight out of a romantic comedy. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Gracious, no wonder she was so angry. Now I feel silly.”
“Yes, well, it was a silly time. But I think everything worked out for the best.”
She smiled happily. “Oh, yes. Everything is as it should be. We all found our real true loves, and I couldn’t be happier.”
A somewhat playful smile crossed Robert’s face. “Let’s see if I can change that.”
She didn’t seem to understand what he meant, so he decided to show her. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her throat. She let out a surprised “Oh!” at the feel of his lips against her neck. He kissed all along the area, slowly moving lower. When he reached her chest and began kissing over her breasts, he felt her hands tangle in his hair, massaging his scalp as she held him against her bosom.
Kissing a trail up to her nipple, he gave one final kiss to the erect nub before sucking it into his mouth. A surprised but pleasant squeaking sound escaped her, and he briefly felt her nails scratch his scalp. He sucked at her breast, drawing her nipple into an even more erect point, and swirled his tongue around the protruding nub. His other hand came up to take hold of her other breast, gently fondling it as well.
He heard Giselle exhale loudly as she pushed his head into her chest. “That feels lovely, Robert.”
Well, he intended to make her feel even better than this. But first he turned his mouth to her other breast so it wouldn’t be neglected, giving it the same treatment as its twin. Giselle squirmed beneath him from his ministrations, her legs on either side of him wrapping around his torso, her heels sliding up and down his back and legs.
He took his time with her, the two of them having never gone this far before, but it was clear that Giselle enjoyed what he was doing. He gently squeezed and rolled her breasts in his hands as his mouth continued to work at her. But his desire for her was becoming too much, and he reluctantly tore his mouth away from her chest, pressing his lips to her skin as he moved down to her stomach.
She jumped slightly in an involuntary reaction as he placed a kiss to her stomach. He nuzzled his cheek against her smooth skin that felt even softer than the silk camisole he had stripped off her. He could feel her stomach muscles clenching each time he placed a kiss to her skin, and he moved further down her body until he reached the junction of her bent legs.
Sliding off the bed, he looked up at her. She was watching him, her blue eyes dark with desire. The look of want on her face somehow made her look even more beautiful. He trailed his hands over her body, once again, feeling her stomach muscles clench as they passed over the area to come to a stop at her panties. He took a few seconds to savor the moment before hooking his fingers into the sides of the material.
“Robert,” she whispered.
He glanced up at her again, detecting traces of nervousness in her voice. She was still looking at him with the same level of want, only now the color in her face had darkened from embarrassment. He waited for a short while to make sure she was really ok with this before proceeding.
When he received no objections, he began to slowly pull her panties down her smooth legs, his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. Still no objections from her, and she even lifted her rear to assist him, and when the material reached her knees, she lifted her legs into the air, allowing him to pull the last obstacle keeping him from having access to all of her off her dainty feet.
Once her panties were removed, she let her legs drop back down onto the bed. But as if on reflex, her hands immediately went to cover her nether region, hiding her womanly treasures from him. He looked back up at her face and saw her indeed looking very nervous right now, her blush spreading all the way down to her chest.
“Are you ok?” he asked her.
Her blush deepened even more. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I was always told it’s inappropriate to be naked in front of others, especially men.”
Well, her animal friends had gotten that right when raising her; ironic since none of them wore clothes… at least he didn’t think they did based on Pip. “You don’t have to apologize. It is inappropriate, but not with your spouse. You never have to hide anything from me.”
She gave him a shy, wanting look. “I don’t want to hide anything from you.”
He gently caressed her leg. “There’s no rush on anything. We’ll go only as far as you want. Do you want to continue?”
Her cheeks colored some more and her bottom lip trembled, but a moment later, she nodded. Slowly, she removed her hands from between her legs, bringing them up to rest by her head. Robert felt his mouth go dry as he ran his gaze from her face down her body to the patch of red curls between her legs that matched her flaming red hair. He swallowed as he tried to return some moisture to his mouth and gently placed his hands on her outer thighs.
He glanced up at her face again to see her staring up at the ceiling. He could understand her nervousness and wanted to reassure her. He bent over and began pressing kisses over her thigh, keeping his eyes on her face as best as he could from this angle. She was still staring at the ceiling, nervously taking long deep breaths, and he saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
Standing up straight, he ran his hands down the length of her legs to take hold of her ankles. Carefully spreading her legs, he gave her a tug, pulling her closer, and a surprised gasp escaped her as she slid across the bed until her rear was at the edge of the mattress. She lifted her head to look at him as he set her legs down on either side of him, running one of his hands up her side and over her stomach.
“Robert,” she said softly, “are you going to do what that man in the video did to the woman with his mouth?”
He gave her a questioning look. “If you’re ok with that.”
She stared at him for a few moments before resting her head back down. “I trust you, Robert. You can do whatever you want with me.”
She was granting him permission to proceed. He returned his gaze to her nether region and got down in his knees. Giselle’s legs remained spread on either side of him, her nether-lips just a short distance from his face. He brought two of his fingers up and placed them in his mouth, getting them good and wet. He then brought those same fingers between her legs and gently pressed them against her core.
An audible gasp escaped Giselle when he touched her, her body jerking slightly. He gave her a few moments to get used to the feel of him touching her there, then slowly ran his fingers up the length of her slit. She shivered in response, her legs closing slightly, but then opening again. He then gently started tracing his fingers up and down her nether-lips
“Oh! Robert!” Giselle gasped out. “That feels wonderful.”
He smiled as he stroked along her slit, and he began making circular motions with his fingers. The occasional whimper left her lips and small jerks shook her body. Her responses made him smile and he spread her nether-lips, running his fingers over her folds, and was greeted by her body’s natural wetness. An even louder gasp escaped her as he allowed the tips of his fingers to rub along the outer edges of her inner walls.
Giselle cooed in response to his touch. “I’ve never felt that before.”
The poor girl, Robert couldn’t help thinking. She was so sexually repressed, and she didn’t even know it. Well, he was going to change that. But first he needed to get her good and wet; this was her first time after all. She had already grown aroused from watching the video and from the bit of foreplay they had done so far, and he increased her excitement further with his touch. And when he felt she was ready, he inserted a finger inside her.
This time, Giselle cried out loudly and her hips rose off the bed. Robert placed his other hand on her stomach to keep her still, and he began to push his finger in and out of her. Giselle’s hand came down and grasped his wrist, but she made no attempt to stop him as he rubbed along her inner walls.
“Oh,” she gasped out. “Oh. Oh! Oh!”
He had to hold back a chuckle at her astonished gasps. But then he realized that her being surprised at what she was feeling was to be expected. If she didn’t know about sex, then the chances were that she might not have ever touched herself before. Which meant she never had an orgasm before. Poor girl.
He could feel the evidence of her virginity right now. So it seemed that this was going to be a unique experience for them both. He’d never slept with a virgin before. Neither Nancy nor his ex-wife had been virgins when he first slept with them, nor had any of his former girlfriends. It brought forth a strange kind of primitive pride to know that he was the only one to touch his wife this way.
As her body lubricated itself further, he added a second finger, feeling her inner walls squeeze his digits. Giselle made a sound that was a cross between a gasp and a moan as she turned her head as much as she could to press her face into the mattress. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, wiggling them around inside her, making her grow wetter and wetter for what was to cone. Sex may not be a thing in Andalasia, but it seemed that Giselle’s body was perfectly capable of having it.
As she continued to grow wetter, he found himself unable to resist any longer. He wanted to taste her, and so he removed his fingers from her and spread her legs wider. He brought his face closer and lightly blew against her wet entrance. Giselle shivered in response, making him smile.
“Giselle,” he said.
“Yes, Robert?”
His smile widened as he heard the anticipation in her voice. “I’m going to go down on you now.”
She obviously didn’t understand the phrase, because she lifted her head to look down at him. “Go where?”
Instead of explaining, he decided to just show her, and gave her a long, savory lick from the bottom of her slit to the top. Giselle’s head fell back at the first contact, and her back arched higher and higher as his tongue slid over her, and she dropped back down when he pulled back.
“Robert, that was amaz– Oh!” She cut herself off as he did it again, her back arching once more. “So incredi– Oh! It feels wonderf– Oh!”
He held back a chuckle at how she kept interrupting herself and proceeded to tease her this way. Her back eventually just remained arched as she practically balanced on her head, gripping the bedsheets tightly. He continued to torment her with his mouth before moving closer and closing his mouth over her. Giselle dropped back down onto the bed and practically sat up, her face flushed and her eyes wide with astonishment.
“Oh, Robert!” she exclaimed before flopping back down. “Robert! Robert!”
She began to squirm about as he moved his lips and tongue over her, savoring her taste. He attempted to hold her down as she rocked side to side under his ministrations. The sounds she emitted was even sweeter music to his ears than her amazing singing voice, and he worked his tongue up into her, earning him more of them.
Giselle twisted and turned on the bed, her hips held down by Robert’s hand, but this did nothing to keep the rest of her still. She turned partly onto her side and began clawing at the bedsheets, and the blanket was pulled towards her more and more until she had gathered it up into a bunch in her arms, squeezing it tightly.
Turning his head, Robert continued to pleasure her with his mouth while also inserting his index finger into her again. Giselle was no longer saying words and was now only emitting moans and other pleasured sounds as she buried her face into the blankets in her arms.
When her orgasm hit, she screamed into the bunched-up blankets. She pulled up her legs and curled into a ball, rolling onto her sides as her entire body shook. Robert got up and looked down at her as she shuddered in orgasmic bliss, experiencing the wonders of climaxing for the first time. It was truly a beautiful sight.
He continued to watch as she rode out her orgasm, and slowly it came to an end. Her body stopped shaking and the muffled noises she was making quieted, yet she kept her face buried in the bunched-up blankets she held. She didn’t move, and only proceeded to breathe heavily into the blankets, her entire body flushed. Robert took a seat next to her on the bed as she remained curled up in a fetal position.
He eventually reached out and placed a hand on her hip. He gently stroked her a few times before reaching over and gently pulling the blanket away from her face. She let him pull it away without complain as she laid there with her eyes closed. He grew mildly concerned though when he saw what seemed to be a pout on her face, and she wouldn’t look at him or even open her eyes.
“Giselle?” he asked lightly.
Her eyes did open then, and as she turned to look at him then, he saw tears in her eyes. They didn’t appear to be tears of sadness though, just deep emotion as she sat up and turned to him.
“Oh, Robert,” she said tearfully. She reached for him, and they fell into a loving embrace. “That was so beautiful. I never knew I could feel like that.”
He held her close, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I always want to make you feel like that.”
She pulled back and reached up to wipe away her tears. “I always feel beautiful with you, Robert.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I want to make you feel the way you just made me feel.”
Robert felt his breath get caught in his throat. Was she saying that… she wanted to go down on him too? The thought brought up an erotic image to his mind of her on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his cock as she lovingly stared up at into his eyes.
His member strained in its confinements at the fantasy, but he pushed the vision aside. Any fantasies he had could be held off for another day. This was her first time after all, so he wanted it to be all about her, to focus on her pleasures, not his own. Besides, he would enjoy it regardless. Not just the sex in general, but simply bringing her pleasure brought him satisfaction. He’d very much enjoyed making her cum just now.
Reaching up, he removed her hands from his face and held them in his. “I would love it if you did something like that, Giselle, but not now. Tonight, I just want to focus on you.”
She frowned at that, looking disappointed. “But I want to make you feel good too.”
He let out a light chuckle. “You do, Giselle. Trust me, you do.”
She frowned some more. “But I haven’t done anything.”
Bringing her hands up to his lips, he kissed her knuckles. “Just making you feel good makes me feel good.”
“But I want to actually make you feel good. To touch you and make you feel the way you made me feel.”
He gave her a smile. “Do you still wish to make love?” At her nod, he said, “Then you’ll be making me feel good when we do. And I think you’ll find it even more enjoyable for both of us.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Even better than when you…” she thought for a moment, as if trying to remember what he had said, “went down on me?”
Rubbing the back of her hand, he asked, “Would you like to try it now?”
Color filled her cheeks. A look of embarrassment crossed her face, but she nodded all the same. He could tell that she was still nervous, but her eyes held nothing but trust. And as they stared at him, he watched as her gaze slowly drifted downward to his boxers, and more color filled her cheeks.
Robert felt his own face grow warmer as he asked, “Do you want me to… take those off?”
Her eyes darted back up to him and her whole face colored. “Would you…”
Letting go of her hands, he stood up. There was a very noticeable tent in his boxers, and he took a breath before pushing them down. Giselle shyly watched him, and her eyes widened once more as she saw him bare before her, a flush traveling over her whole body. She suddenly looked even more nervous.
“It’s even bigger than the man’s in the video,” she said plainly.
A light laugh escaped him as she unknowingly gave him a compliment. “Well, thank you.”
She gave him a confused look. “Why? Is that a good thing?”
He chuckled again. “Let’s just say it’s like when I call you beautiful.”
Her face lit up. “Oh, well, in that case, you’re very big. Enormous even.”
He laughed at that, and she began giggling as well. But then as their laughter died down, they returned to the moment, and for the longest time, they simply stared at each other. Giselle looked at him and he looked at her looking at him, watching as her eyes kept darting down to between his legs. And when he saw her wet her lips, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He moved to sit next to her. Tangling his hand in her hair, he brought her in for a kiss. Her arms went around him as their lips met. Robert wrapped an arm around her back and gently eased them to lay down, scooting further up onto the bed. He continued kissing her as they settled down on the mattress, and he shifted so he was on top of her.
This time there was nothing between them as he laid on top of her. She gasped as she felt his hardness press against her center, breaking the kiss and looking up at him in surprise. He stared down at her, watching her reaction, and her eyes briefly darted downward before returning to his face. She kept her arms wrapped around him though as she shifted beneath him, and he felt her spread her legs, cradling him between her thighs once more.
His length now rested directly on her wet core, and she let out a low “Oh!” at the feel of him. Robert groaned as well as he felt her wetness against his length, and he couldn’t resist grinding against her. Giselle’s eyes practically bulged out of her head as a gasp escaped her, her mouth hanging open in shock.
“Robert,” she exclaimed, and wiggled her hips against him. “Can you do that again?”
He did, rubbing himself against her, and Giselle sucked in a breath of air. He kept up the movements, pushing against her as he moved his hips forward and back in an imitation of what they had done earlier. Giselle’s breathing started growing heavier, and she began to spread her legs more and more, bending them on either side of him so her feet were flat on the bed.
“That’s feels wonder,” she said with bated breath as she moved her hips in time with his.
“It does,” he agreed, and pushed himself up onto his knees. Giselle’s arms fell away and she looked up at him as he took hold of her hips. Tilting them upward, he rubbed himself hard against her, sliding his length through her wet folds, but not yet entering her. Giselle’s head fell back in a quiet moan, but her eyes soon moved back down to their hips as he moved against her, coating his length with her wetness, his own breathing growing heavy.
“Robert! Robert!” she chanted out, her hands grabbing at the sheets. “This feels incredible, but aren’t you going to put it inside?”
He paused, looking down at her carefully. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
She nodded. “I am.”
He studied her to make sure she was certain. “You remember what I said about it hurting at the beginning for your first time?”
She just nodded again. “I remember, but I trust you. And if it’s supposed to feel anything like what you did earlier afterwards, then I know any amount of pain will be worth it.”
Well, he was certainly going to do his best. So he set down her hips and eased himself down on top of her again. “I’ll be gentle.”
She gave him a nod and he reached down and took hold of himself, lining up his head with her entrance. “If at any time you want me to stop, just say so.”
“Ok,” she replied, but still looked unsure. “But you’re certain it will fit?
Smiling, he gave her a nod. “It’ll fit.”
He pressed against her wet opening, pushing against it slightly, and her nether-lips parted to take in his tip. She inhaled as she took hold of his shoulders. She still looked nervous, but her eyes were trusting and full of desire.
“Try and relax,” he told her. “It’ll be easier and hurt less. I’ll go slow, ok?”
She swallowed and nodded. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss, and then began to push into her. She inhaled as she began to take in his head, and he resisted the need to simply push into her as wet heat began to envelop him. It was so hot and so wet, and she was so damn tight. He sucked in his own broth to hold himself back.
He felt Giselle’s nails bite into his shoulders as he slowly stretched her. Her mouth began to open and close in small breaths, and he saw traces of discomfort cross her face. He was as slow and as careful as possible as he inserted more and more of himself into her.
And then he felt it, the tip of his length pressing against her virgin barrier. He paused here, giving her time to adjust to his invasion. She began taking long deep breaths as she held him inside her, and he lovingly stroked her cheek as he looked down at her in concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Sucking her lips into her mouth, she gave him a nod. “It’s a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt too bad.”
He hated hearing that she was in any pain at all. “I’m only partway in. Is it ok if I continue?”
There was a flash of uncertainty from her, but then she gave him another nod. And after a few seconds, he began to push against her hymen. He continued to go slowly, trying to make it as painless as possible. Her nails dug even deeper into his shoulders, and she grew stiff underneath him. He knew it was only going to hurt more if she was tense. He also noticed that she seemed to be holding her breathe.
“Giselle,” he told her gently, “breathe. Take a breath.”
Obeying, she let out the breath she didn’t even seem to have been aware that she had been holding. He nodded and took a few deep breaths himself, encouraging her to keep breathing. She nodded back and took several more deep breaths through her nose and out through her mouth, and he felt her relax more and more underneath him.
“Remember, try to relax,” he reminded her. “It’ll hurt more in you’re so stiff. I’m trying to be as careful as I can. I promise it’ll be over soon, and then I’ll make up for any pain you feel.”
She wet her lips and nodded again, her hands going from gripping his shoulders to locking around his neck. Robert gave her a smile, and he leaned down to kiss her. When he pulled back, he gave her a serious look.
“And don’t forget, let me know if you want me to stop for whatever reason, or if there’s something you don’t like. I have no expectations, so don’t feel obligated to do anything.”
Once more, she nodded. “It’s ok, I want this. Keep going, Robert, I can handle it.”
He studied her for a few moments before he began to push against her again. Her face contorted with discomfort, but she made an effort to stay relaxed. He eased up, retracting slightly, then slowly began pushing into her again. He repeated this process, gently pushing and retreating before pushing against her just a little more. As he continued this, he felt her virgin barrier start to give under his pushing. Her expression grew tense, and he pulled back again, waited for a little bit, then pushed forward once more.
He felt her hymen give a little more and he retreated. Leaning down, he began kissing her, attempting to distract her from any pain as he brought his hips forward some more. Again and again he did this, slowly feeling himself gain more ground, until, finally, he felt her virginity give way completely as he tore through it. Giselle let out a small cry into his mouth, and he swallowed it down as he kissed her harder. He held himself still inside her, allowing her to adjust and let the pain fade.
Giselle tore her lips from his and looked up at him as she panted. He softly whispered words of love to her, stroking her face and running his other hand over her body. Her breathing soon evened out, and he slowly felt her relax again.
“I’m sorry,” he told her, remaining still. “Should we stop?”
She immediately shook her head. “No, don’t stop. Please. I want to feel it.”
He nodded, but continued to hold himself still. He waited for a time, giving her time to get used to him. He’d broken through, but he still wasn’t fully in. “I’m not done yet,” he told her gently after a while. “Do you want me to keep going?”
He saw her visibly swallow. “Yes.”
He gave her a quick kiss and then, ever so slowly, he began pushing further into her again. He didn’t retreat this time, and instead advanced centimeter by exquisite centimeter. His own body demanded that he just bury himself into her, but he ignored the urge as he focused on her.
Finally though, his hips met hers as he bottomed out inside her. He was in, completely in, buried to the hilt. It was over, he had taken her completely. Now all they had to do was wait for her to finish adjusting and wait for the pain and discomfort to pass.
“It’s done,” he told her, gently stroking her face. “I’m in.”
“You’re in,” she said back. She still looked like she was feeling uncomfortable, but now there was a look of amazement passing over her face. “You’re really inside me.”
He just nodded. “I am, and now you can take all the time you need before we continue. Let me know when you’re ready.”
At her nod, he leaned down and kissed her. They made out for a short while before he moved his lips elsewhere, trailing them across her face, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. All the while, his hands stroked her, coaxing her arousal further. She pressed kisses to him as well, hugging him to her as her hands ran up and down his back.
Robert almost felt like he was going to go crazy. Being inside Giselle, surrounded by her wet heat, was heavenly, and it took all his strength to keep still. His length twitched inside her and her inner walls clenched around him, threatening to rob him of his senses. He held still though as he focused on what his lips and hands were doing to her, and what hers were doing to him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she cupped his face and looked up at him. “I think I’m ok now.”
He gave her an inquiring look. “You’re sure? It’s ok if I start moving?”
She hesitated for moment before answering. “Yes, I think I’m ok. You can start.”
He once more studied her to make sure she really was ok and not just saying this for his benefit. When he determined that she did indeed appear to be fine, he ever so slowly began to pull out. Her face scrunched up slightly, indicating there was still some discomfort, but she did nothing to stop him. He paused when he was almost all the way out of her, and then slowly pushed his way back in.
He saw her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly, and a curious look crossed her face. He pulled back again, going just as slow, and then pushed forward once more at the same pace. She now appeared to look thoughtful, a look of concentration on her face, and he moved in to kiss her as he pulled back before pushing forward once more.
And so it went on, him slowly moving in and out of her as they kissed. Ever so slowly, his hip movements got the slightest bit faster as her discomfort seemed to decrease until she eventually pulled her mouth from his and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Robert, it’s starting to feel good, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
He smiled in relief. “Good.”
He kissed her again and began going a little faster, making his strokes a little harder. And then one time as he pushed into her, their lips broke apart as she let out a small gasp. He stared down into her face as he pushed into her again, and she released another one, followed by a whimper. He saw no traces of pain or discomfort, and came to the conclusion that it had passed. He increased his strokes, watching as she bit her bottom lip before her mouth fell open and he saw what could only be described as amazement in them.
“Oh, Robert,” she whispered.
“Giselle,” he whispered back.
He buried his face into the crook of her neck as he rocked against her, her breasts rubbing against his chest with every stroke. They soon found a rhythm, and she hugged him to her, her arms wrapping around him tightly as she began panting in his ear. There seemed to be no more discomfort from her as she now appeared to be enjoying the experience.
He felt her shift underneath him, opening her legs more and bending her knees. It allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and she let out a loud gasp in his ear. Her arms tightened around him as more soft gasps began escaping her until she was letting one out nearly every time he pushed into her. Soon whimpers began mixing with her gasps every so often, and soon moans began to join them.
“Robert!” she exclaimed softly. “Oh my, Robert!”
Instinct began to guide her, or she simply did what felt good, as she began to meet his thrusts. A groan escaped him and his lips found hers as they began to kiss heatedly. She whimpered against his lips, but neither broke the contact as their hips continued to meet. One of her hands slid down his back to find place on his rear, and she cupped his backside encouragingly.
They broke apart for air, both letting out a pleasured cry before their lips sealed together again. Moving in sync, they sped up their pace, finding an enjoyable steady one, the heat from their activates causing them to begin to perspire. Both of Giselle’s hands now moved down to Robert’s rear, and she seemed to be attempting to push him even deeper into her each time he thrusted into her.
Robert didn’t think he could stop kissing her if he wanted to, resorting to taking quick breaths through his nose when he could. Giselle seemed equally as reluctant to have their lips part as she began almost repeatedly moaning into his mouth. He hooked his arms beneath hers and grasped her shoulders, using them for leverage to thrust into her, and she broke the kiss to let out a small cry before sealing her mouth to his again.
As they continued to move together, Giselle’s legs seemed to rise up higher and higher, until just the tips of her toes were touching the bed. She eventually released his rear and moved her arms up to wrap around his neck once more. This allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist, and she locked her feet around him. Robert felt himself penetrate her even deeper, followed by the sting of her nails digging into his back.
The need for oxygen finally seemed to become too much as Giselle broke the kiss, but her hand immediately went to the back of his head, pulling it down as she pressed her cheek against his. “R-Robert… this is, ah, it’s incredible! I never knew, oh!”
She never finished her sentence as she dissolved into a series of pants and moans. She seemed to be curling up underneath him, her limbs winding around him tightly as she tried to get as close to him as possible.
Robert held her just as tightly as he silently agreed with her sentiments. Sex had never been like this for him before either. He felt closer to Giselle than anyone else, even his ex-wife or Nancy. It left him no doubt that Giselle truly was his soulmate, the universe bringing them together from two different worlds to find each other.
As Giselle writhed around beneath him, he wanted to see the way the pleasure consumed her. He pushed himself up onto his knees, and her arms fell away as he rose up over her. She looked up at him questioningly as he took hold her hips, tilting them upward, and resumed thrusting into her.
Giselle’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide, as he filled her. Her hands at her sides grabbed the bedsheets and began twisting them as he moved in and out of her at a faster pace. His eyes traveled over her form as her body rocked in time with his movements, causing her breasts to sway.
He pulled her into him in time with his thrusts as he stared down at her. She truly was a sight to behold. Her eyes dark and glazed over with desire, her mouth hanging open as she panted, her cheeks flushed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat that seemed to cause her to glow in the moonlight. Gorgeous.
“R-Rob-Robert,” she gasped out, “it’s h-happening again-n-n. Ah!”
Yes, he could feel it. He could tell by her body’s reactions that she was close. Wanting to feel her against him when it happened, he released her hips and lowered himself onto her again. His hands found hers and he brought them up to either side of her head, interlocking their fingers. She squeezed his hands as her legs locked around him again and their lips found each other. Robert thrusted into her with long, deep thrusts, trying to push her over the edge, and he felt her grow even wetter as her walls contracted around him.
And then she was cumming, whimpering loudly against his lips. Near violent spasms caused her whole body to shake that his weight on her did nothing to stop. Her grip on his hands tightened as he kept them pinned to the bed, her legs around his hips squeezing him. He groaned into her mouth as he felt her cumming around him, and it was a struggle to keep himself from cumming right along with her.
Detaching her lips, Giselle’s mouth fell open in an ‘O’ shape as a loud whimpering sound escaped her and she buried her face into his neck. He released her hands as she attempted to wrap her arms around him, and she hugged him tightly as she repeatedly whimpered his name. Spasms continued to wrack her body, and Robert held her as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finally settled down, her head fell back onto the bed as she was reduced to a panting mess. Robert looked down at her flushed face and couldn’t decide what he liked more, the look of pleasure on her face as they made love or the one of post-orgasmic bliss she was currently wearing. It seemed that every time he looked at her, she only grew more beautiful.
Unable to resist, he reached up and brushed away the hair sticking to her face and forehead and stroked her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him with all the love in the world, reminding him of the look she had given him when he had woken her from the sleep spell.
“Robert,” she whispered, her voice full of so many emotions he couldn’t hope to name them all.
“Are you ok?” he asked, noticing how overwhelmed she looked.
The smile that spread across her face was blinding. “I’m wonderful. You were right, it was even better. And I’ve never felt so close to you.”
He almost wanted to laugh at that, considering that they were as physically close as two people could be, but he knew what she really meant. “It didn’t hurt too much, did it?”
She lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his lips. “It did hurt, but it was more than worth it. What you gave me, Robert… I have no words for it. And you say it won’t hurt anymore now?”
He shook his head. “It shouldn’t. The pain you felt was you losing your virginity. Now that it’s gone, it shouldn’t hurt anymore.”
She kissed him again. “Good, because I think I want you to make love to me all the time.”
Which called attention to his still erect member inside her. “I’m glad you feel that way, because we’re not done yet.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “We’re not?”
He shook his head. “Here, turn over.”
He reluctantly pulled out of her and sat up. Giselle did as he said and turned over onto her stomach. Placing a hand on her leg, Robert ran it up her body and then back down to her lower back before coaxing her to get on her hands and knees.
She apparently recognized the position from the video, as she glanced over her shoulder back at him with a look of understanding. “Oh, this is that one position from behind.”
He nodded. “I thought we could try a new one.”
“You can do anything you want to me, Robert.”
God, he loved her. And he intended to continue to show that love through action. Moving in, he mounted her, his chin resting on her shoulder, and reached down to grab himself. He fiddled for a moment to find her entrance, and she gasped when he brushed against her. He let out a groan as he slid back inside her, and she emitted her own mumbling noise, followed by a sound of amazement as he filled her.
“It feels different,” she breathed in a whisper.
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head. “It’s a good different.”
He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “There are many positions and ways to make love than just what we saw in the video.”
Reaching back, she held herself up with one hand as the other ran through his hair. “I want to try them all.”
He let out a chuckle, not sure she really understood what she was asking in her naivety and innocence. “We’ll work our way up to new things. But for now…”
He gently rocked against her. Giselle’s mouth fell open in a gasp. He did it again and a mumble escaped her. Wrapping an arm around her, he grasped her breast, using his other hand to help hold himself up as he guided them into a rhythm. Her hand left his hair to come down onto the bed again, and she began pushing back against him in time with his movements.
Turning his head into her neck, Robert began placing kisses over her skin. Giselle was soon moaning again as they moved together, letting out small gasps as he kneaded her breast and nibbled at her skin, wanting to mark her. They rocked together for a time before Robert released her breast and moved his hand over her stomach and down to where they were joined.
Giselle cried out loudly as he touched her. He continued with his thrusting as he rubbed her with his fingers at the same time. Giselle’s arms slowly seemed to lose their strength as her upper body lowered more and more onto the bed until her face was resting against the mattress, and her arms lay stretched out on either side of her.
Rising up, Robert took hold of her rear and spread her further before he began thrusting into her. Giselle moaned and mumbled incoherently as she fisted the sheets, constantly turning her face into the mattress as her backside remained in the air. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and strived to get his wife there one more time before he finished.
The bed began emitting creaking sounds as the force of his thrusts increased. Giselle’s legs seemed to slide out from under her more and more, and Robert had to lean over her in order to hold himself up. She eventually laid completely flat on the bed as Robert remained above her, giving long deep strokes that practically had them sliding across the bed.
“Robert…” Giselle practically whimpered.
Upon hearing her say his name, he lowered himself down on top of her completely. He pushed her hair to one side before latching his lips onto her neck, and Giselle gasped loudly as he sucked on her pulse point. She pushed herself up slightly to rest on the length of her forearms, twisting the sheets in her grip, and Robert wrapped an arm across her chest again to take hold of and fondle her breast as he made short, deep thrusts into her.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He was teetering right at the edge. But he was determined to bring her to orgasm first. He gently tweaked and twisted her nipple as he began to lightly nibble on her ear. Giselle almost cried out at the feel of his teeth lightly biting at her earlobe. He now stopped his thrusts and kept himself buried deep as he stirred his hips, moving them in a circular motion.
With his other hand, he reached up to grasp Giselle’s chin, turning her head back so he could kiss her. She craned her neck as far as she could to kiss him back, opening her mouth to him. She panted heavily against his lips, her breathing coming out harsher and harsher as her hands pulled at the blankets, pulling the gathered-up bundle closer until she was able to hug it to herself.
Robert wasn’t sure he was going to make it when her body suddenly started quivering underneath him. She broke the kiss, turning away, and buried her face in the bunched-up blankets to let out a muffled cry. Robert felt her inner walls contract around him, and whatever was left of his endurance vanished as he began to erupt inside her.
At the feel of his release, Giselle lifted her head out of the blankets, suck in a loud gasp of air, and let out a scream. Her shaking grew more intense as the feel of him cumming sent her to even greater heights, and Robert buried his own face into her hair as he released spurt after spurt inside her. Giselle once again dropped her head into the blankets as she began kicking her legs.
Holding her tightly as they both enjoyed their orgasm, Robert felt his strength seep away as his climax came to an end. Giselle continued to tremble in his arms, her shaking gradually growing less and less intense until she finally went still. And when the last of their high came down, they laid unmoving where they were for the next few minutes.
Robert eventually lifted his head out of her hair and instead nuzzled into her neck. Keeping hold of her, he turned them onto their sides so they were spooning, tangling his legs with hers. She released the blanket bundle she held, her limbs completely limp, but containing just enough strength to reach up and grasp the arm he had wrapped around her.
He continued to nuzzle and kiss her neck when a whimper drew his attention and he lifted his head to look at her, and realized that she was crying. She wasn’t just teary-eyed, she actually had tears running down her cheeks. “Giselle, are you ok?”
She shifted in his arms enough to be able to look at him. “Yes, Robert, I’m wonderful. It was almost too much actually. Being with you like that… it’s…” She gave him a joyful smile through her tears. “I enjoy making love.”
A humorous smile spread across his face as he reached up to wipe away her tears. “Most people do.”
She giggled and snuggled deeper into him. “So that’s how babies are made here. It’s no wonder there are so many people here. Far more than in Andalasia.”
She’d said so already, but he had to ask again. “And you’re sure it’s really storks that bring babies in your world?”
“I’m sure, Robert.”
“Because, you know, we usually tell kids that it’s storks that bring babies when they’re still young because we don’t want them to know about sex and stuff, but we tell them when they’re older. So you’re sure that’s not the case for Andalasia too and you were just never told the truth.”
“Yes, Robert, it’s definitely storks in Andalasia. And I would imagine that there would be a lot more people around if they knew about sex. Oh!”
“What?” he asked, suddenly worried at her outburst.
“Is sex the one thing Morgan said guys are after?”
Robert suddenly felt his stomach drop. “She said that?”
Giselle nodded. “Back when she was helping me to get ready for my date with Edward. She said that guys were only after one thing, but that no one would tell her what it was.”
And just where exactly did she hear that from, because it certainly wasn’t from him? One of her school friends maybe? Weren’t they too young to be talking about dating and stuff?
He let out a deep sigh. “To answer your question, yes, it is. Just… don’t tell her. I’ll talk to her about it when she’s older.”
Giselle nodded. “Ok. Are you also going to show her that video too?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Alright then.” She hugged his arm to her. “I can see why you said newlyweds leave any kids they have behind on their wedding night and honeymoon. I’ll be wanting a lot of private time with you. Oh!”
“What?” he said again; she really needed to stop doing that.
“Nancy’s from this world,” Giselle told him, turning to look up at him questioningly, “but Edward isn’t, so he wouldn’t know about sex, just like I didn’t. So what do you think happened between them on their wedding night?”
Robert stared at her for a few moments, not understanding. But then it suddenly hit him and his eyes widened in realization. “Oh boy…”

(A/N: Oh boy indeed. It seems things went well for Robert and Giselle, after a rather awkward conversation and demonstration on sex. It was interesting and amusing to write how that conversation would have gone, not to mention how ignorant Giselle would be during the act itself. It seems things turned out well between them though. and next time we'll take a look at how things go between Nancy and Edward, so stayed turned for that.)
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