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Consummation of Marriage

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2022-02-08
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You are Bjorn, a stout warrior from the north, and you have been betrothed to a young and delicate princess named Emile. All that remains to ensure peace between your lands is to consummate your marriage.
Tested on Euterpe V2 using Moonlit Chronicler preset.
Tags
lolicon, historical, age-difference, arranged marriage, gentle
Prompt
"I suppose that concludes the ceremony." Emile murmured quietly, a light blush coloring her almost childlike cheeks. "Yes, my lady." I answered. Emile flinched at the sound of my coarse voice, and I silently scolded myself for scaring her. Emile was barely a woman, just twelve years of age and already she was being married to a large northlander like myself. I knelt before my young wife and cautiously reached out to caress Emile's angelic cheek with my calloused, battle-worn fingers. "I will try to be a dutiful husband to you, my lady." I said with a gentle smile. Emile swallowed anxiously. She knew how much this marriage would mean for both our lands. How much bloodshed would be spared by the joining of our father's demesnes. Emile knew too just what would be expected of her to seal the bond of our marriage. I could not blame the youthful princess for her fear. I was over twice her age, a man of twenty-five and a warrior at that. My body displayed my prowess to those who saw it; dozens of scars decorated my muscular frame. Emile averted her eyes from me, "It is time, my husband." the girl's voice quavered as she spoke, "Let us consummate our marriage." I nodded and rose from my knees as I began to discard my thick leather garments. "Wait!" Emile exclaimed with a shrill voice. I froze, uncertain of what the princess had halted me for, "Is something wrong, my lady?" I asked. "Yes—I mean," Emile floundered, her cheeks red with shame, "If my husband wishes, I mean, I could—I would like to undress him—you." I nodded by assent and knelt before my twelve-year-old wife, allowing her to reach my leather garments. Emile swallowed nervously as she reached her small, delicate hands towards my collar and fumbled with the clasps. One by one, Emile gradually undid the buckles that held my leather coat in place, revealing more of my thick, scarred chest. I shrugged the garment from my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor of our bedroom. Emile gasped at the sight of my muscular chest. "I, I never realized how... Broad men were." Emile stammered. Emile pressed her finger against my chest and traced her slender digit along a prominent scar that crossed my pectoral muscles. "How did you earn this?" Emile asked softly. "A duel that decided the fate of one of my brother clans." I answered without elaborating on the grisly details of that particular fight. "I see." Emile whispered, drawing her hand away as she continued, "Please rise, my lord. So that I may r-remove your trousers." I stood, towering over my wife. Emile's blond head reached only as far as my midriff. Her cheeks burned furiously, and her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the thick leather belt that girdled my waist. Emile fumbled with the large silver buckle and, after some seconds, worked the length of leather free. Emile then, uncertainly, began to unfasten my trousers. I helped push the leggings down to my ankles so that Emile wouldn't strain herself, before I stepped out of my discarded trousers and was left wearing nothing but my breeches. "I've—I've never seen a man's, uhm, a man's..." Emile stammered, trailing off as she stared at my undergarments. "A man's penis, my lady?" I finished for her. Emile's cheeks flushed red, and she nodded, unable to say the word aloud. Slowly, Emile reached up and hooked her slender fingers around my breeches before she began to cautiously, timidly work them down my muscular thighs. My wife's eyes grew as she slowly revealed the mass of coarse, brown hair of my groin, then Emile gasped as my breeches fell to my ankles and my manhood fell free before her. Emile stammered and blushed as I stepped out of my clothing and stood before her naked. "I, I am supposed to put that inside of me?" Emile blubbered as she stared wide-eyed at my member. "Yes, my lady." I answered awkwardly, "Am I... Not to your pleasing?" I asked. "No, no!" Emile replied quickly, "It is just, that is to say, it is so, so large!" she stammered. I glanced down at my flaccid length, rubbing the back of my neck as I said, "It will get larger, my lady." Emile balked at the thought, a single tear traveling down her cheek as she imagined what it would be like to be filled by such a thing. "I will be gentle, my lady." I assured her, "I promise." Emile was silent but gave me a slight nod before reaching up to undo the straps of her dress. She froze, gasping as I enveloped her slender hand in mine. "If I may, my lady." I spoke softly, "I would like to have the pleasure of undressing my wife." I released my hold on Emile's hand and she reluctantly dropped it to her waist. Gently, I tugged at the strap about her petite shoulders,... [Click to expand]
"I suppose that concludes the ceremony." Emile murmured quietly, a light blush coloring her almost childlike cheeks.
"Yes, my lady." I answered.
Emile flinched at the sound of my coarse voice, and I silently scolded myself for scaring her. Emile was barely a woman, just twelve years of age and already she was being married to a large northlander like myself. I knelt before my young wife and cautiously reached out to caress Emile's angelic cheek with my calloused, battle-worn fingers.
"I will try to be a dutiful husband to you, my lady." I said with a gentle smile.
Emile swallowed anxiously. She knew how much this marriage would mean for both our lands. How much bloodshed would be spared by the joining of our father's demesnes. Emile knew too just what would be expected of her to seal the bond of our marriage. I could not blame the youthful princess for her fear. I was over twice her age, a man of twenty-five and a warrior at that. My body displayed my prowess to those who saw it; dozens of scars decorated my muscular frame.
Emile averted her eyes from me, "It is time, my husband." the girl's voice quavered as she spoke, "Let us consummate our marriage."
I nodded and rose from my knees as I began to discard my thick leather garments.
"Wait!" Emile exclaimed with a shrill voice.
I froze, uncertain of what the princess had halted me for, "Is something wrong, my lady?" I asked.
"Yes—I mean," Emile floundered, her cheeks red with shame, "If my husband wishes, I mean, I could—I would like to undress him—you."
I nodded by assent and knelt before my twelve-year-old wife, allowing her to reach my leather garments. Emile swallowed nervously as she reached her small, delicate hands towards my collar and fumbled with the clasps. One by one, Emile gradually undid the buckles that held my leather coat in place, revealing more of my thick, scarred chest. I shrugged the garment from my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor of our bedroom. Emile gasped at the sight of my muscular chest.
"I, I never realized how... Broad men were." Emile stammered.
Emile pressed her finger against my chest and traced her slender digit along a prominent scar that crossed my pectoral muscles.
"How did you earn this?" Emile asked softly.
"A duel that decided the fate of one of my brother clans." I answered without elaborating on the grisly details of that particular fight.
"I see." Emile whispered, drawing her hand away as she continued, "Please rise, my lord. So that I may r-remove your trousers."
I stood, towering over my wife. Emile's blond head reached only as far as my midriff. Her cheeks burned furiously, and her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the thick leather belt that girdled my waist. Emile fumbled with the large silver buckle and, after some seconds, worked the length of leather free. Emile then, uncertainly, began to unfasten my trousers. I helped push the leggings down to my ankles so that Emile wouldn't strain herself, before I stepped out of my discarded trousers and was left wearing nothing but my breeches.
"I've—I've never seen a man's, uhm, a man's..." Emile stammered, trailing off as she stared at my undergarments.
"A man's penis, my lady?" I finished for her.
Emile's cheeks flushed red, and she nodded, unable to say the word aloud. Slowly, Emile reached up and hooked her slender fingers around my breeches before she began to cautiously, timidly work them down my muscular thighs. My wife's eyes grew as she slowly revealed the mass of coarse, brown hair of my groin, then Emile gasped as my breeches fell to my ankles and my manhood fell free before her. Emile stammered and blushed as I stepped out of my clothing and stood before her naked.
"I, I am supposed to put that inside of me?" Emile blubbered as she stared wide-eyed at my member.
"Yes, my lady." I answered awkwardly, "Am I... Not to your pleasing?" I asked.
"No, no!" Emile replied quickly, "It is just, that is to say, it is so, so large!" she stammered.
I glanced down at my flaccid length, rubbing the back of my neck as I said, "It will get larger, my lady."
Emile balked at the thought, a single tear traveling down her cheek as she imagined what it would be like to be filled by such a thing.
"I will be gentle, my lady." I assured her, "I promise."
Emile was silent but gave me a slight nod before reaching up to undo the straps of her dress. She froze, gasping as I enveloped her slender hand in mine.
"If I may, my lady." I spoke softly, "I would like to have the pleasure of undressing my wife."
I released my hold on Emile's hand and she reluctantly dropped it to her waist. Gently, I tugged at the strap about her petite shoulders,
Memory
I am Bjorn, a northland warrior and son of King Wulfgar, lord of the Iron Clan. I am a broad shouldered man with a barrel chest. My muscular body is covered in a myriad of battle scars and war tattoos. I have been wed to the twelve-year-old daughter of King Harald, princess Emile. It is hoped that our arranged marriage will prevent much bloodshed between our lands, but first we must consummate our marriage.
Emile is a small, petite girl of twelve. She has blond hair that falls in loose ringlets down to her slender waist, from her angelic face with golden locks. Emile's eyes are a bright, innocent blue. Emile is scared to be betrothed to a brutal northlander warrior such as I. I will do my best to be a gentle lover and dutiful husband.
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