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:: Chapter Nine ::

Wedding Nights � Mina

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Mina
tried to calm her nerves as she stood alone in the massive bedchamber that
wasn�t hers, yet fighting a losing battle it seemed, for the bone deep tremors
and the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn�t abate. The now Venusian
Queen blew out a trembling breath, feeling tears prick her eyes but stubbornly
refusing to let them fall. She missed her mother desperately, yet Psyche had
refused to give her any comfort in this, and left back for their homeworld
shortly after the ceremony.

She
had held her daughter�s face in her hands earlier that morning, golden eyes sad
but resolute in the face of Mina�s several attempts to beg and plead her way
out of what was coming. �I have loved you more than anything your whole life,
my beauty. Perhaps a little too much, I see now. I would never have thought you
capable of something so petty and vain as this.�

Her
mother�s sad disappointment in her was perhaps what hurt her the most, and was
the hardest burden to bear. Mina had cried, then, bitterly.

�I�m
so sorry, mama,� she�d sobbed softly. �I-I didn�t know. I didn�t mean it!� She�d
felt like a child then, carrying on so, but hadn�t cared at that moment. She
was too afraid of the consequences her rash actions had made and now, much like
a child, absolutely terrified of facing them.

�But
you did, Mina,� her mother corrected sternly. �You knew full well what
you were doing when you released your Scent on him. Not once, but twice. Now
it is a small wonder the man has not collapsed completely under the strength of
it. Being of my bloodline, yours is a very powerful lure, stronger than most of
our kind.�

�But
the pheromone will make him crazed,� Mina had voiced then, her biggest fear,
�and I�ve not yet taken a lover before.� She hesitated, then in a softer, tiny
whisper, �he�ll hurt me, mama.�

The
former Queen came the closest she had to breaking at that terrified admission,
yet somehow she managed to hold firm. �You�ve made your bed, child,� she�d
announced softly, hoarsely. �Now you must live with it.�

Psyche
was unaffected by any more tears or pleadings. Eventually Mina had forced
herself to stop. She�d gone robotically through the meager preparations then.
According to Venusian culture one was supposed to be nude for a Joining
ceremony, but in deference to the stigmas of the other races her mother had
dressed her in a simple yellow and gold sheath instead, and nothing else. Then
her cousin Eros had come to escort her down the aisle. Filled with morose
self-pity and fear, Mina didn�t remember much of the antechamber, nor walking
down the long aisle packed with strangers.

She
remembered seeing him for the first time however, remembered it clearly.
Malachite had stood tall and proud, a giant next to his comrades, an
intimidating wall of stone dressed in his formal armor. So handsome, yet so
very cold. His face was emotionless, silvery eyes flat and almost dead as he�d
taken her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm�painfully polite,
perfectly impersonal. The tears had tried to threaten then, too, but she�d
fought them off somehow.

Her
voice had sounded hollow in her own ears as Mina softly repeated the vows the
High Priest had asked of her. The ring she�d put on his finger had been a
somewhat plain band of silvery gold, but the one he�d put on her was a
surprisingly delicate, pretty band etched with what appeared to be snowflakes,
a large pale-blue gem sitting atop it. She�d had only a moment to marvel at it
before the Priest announced them officially wed, then gave the great hulk at
her side permission to kiss her.

Mina
had tensed up then, terrified, unsure what to expect. Yet he�d merely bent, and
barely brushed his mouth against hers before standing straight again and
turning away. Impersonal, unemotional, as if she were being kissed by a
bloodless machine. As if her very touch sickened him. A bitter draught for one
such as she to swallow, and one that only made her heart further shrivel in her
chest.

So
now here she stood, waiting for him to come to her. Waiting for him to claim
her. Mina wrapped her arms around herself, chilled. She now bitterly regretted
her choice not to take a lover before now. Unlike most others, her culture was
very open to the idea of casual sex. Venusians saw lovemaking as a pleasurable
past-time that was foolish to deny yourself. Once someone reached the age of
sixteen they were free to take lovers however they chose�so long as both
parties were willing and precautions were made to prevent conception, as having
children was left to Joined pairs. Yet Mina never had the desire to take things
so far with any man that she�d met before, foolishly holding out for something
more than just a feeling of physical desire. Childishly waiting for love. So
she was still unbreached at eighteen, something almost unheard of on her
homeworld. And now that breaching was going to become a whole lot more painful
and brutal than it needed to have been.

Back
on Venus, her first time would have been gentle and highly pleasurable. She
would�ve eventually chosen an older man, one who knew what he was doing, knew
how to bring her into full womanhood and introduce her to the many joys of
lovemaking in the most skillful ways possible. Yet now her first time was going
to be with a man who hated her, yet one who would no doubt be driven near-mad
with the lust she�d forced on him.

Malachite
had been fighting with her pheromone for so long now that it would be a wonder
if he didn�t just tear the wrap from her body, throw her to the ground and take
her like a beast. What was more, a female Venusian�s pheromone also enhanced a
man�s stamina as well as his sex drive. Drunk on it, the powerful warrior would
be driven to take her many times tonight before the stimulant was exorcised
completely from his system.

It
would be a small wonder indeed if she even managed to survive till morning.

Mina
jerked as the door suddenly opened. She whirled to it, eyes wide, feeling her
heart sink somewhere into the soles of her feet with fear. Malachite�now her
husband and the King of her Kingdom�slowly entered it, then shut the portal
firmly behind him. He wore the white leather outfit piped in gold, though the
half-armor that he�d worn over it was now gone, removed before he�d come to her
apparently. His face was still as unreadable as before, and anything he might
be feeling was carefully hidden from her, both outwardly and inwardly. Malachite
stood at the door for several minutes, just staring at her, expression indiscrutible,
and Mina felt like a bug underneath that chilly stare.

And
then all at once he spoke up with, �I suppose you think you�re terribly
clever.�

Mina
blinked, taken off-guard with that. �I�m sorry?� she questioned somewhat
hesitantly, then her eyes widened as that mask finally cracked to allow a
bitter sneer to suddenly twist his lips.

�Do
not continue to play me for a fool, madam,� he snapped. �You�re sadly mistaken
if you think you will be able to use that damned pheromone of yours to turn me
into a mindless simpleton, who you can then manipulate to your every little
whim.� Mina gasped, and he chuckled at her surprise, though there was no humor
to it. Malachite pushed himself off the door then and slowly approached her.
�My comrade Zoisite informed me this evening after you�d left just what you
Venusian women are capable of doing to the unsuspecting male mind. Yet you will
not find me so easily controlled, my dear.�

�I�m
not�I-I wasn�t trying to�I never meant�,� she started to sputter, but he cut
her off with a sharp motion of his hand. She jerked a little, stunned when his
face finally reflected a real, honest emotion. Unfortunately it was anger. His
cheeks flushed with it, pale brows deeply furrowed over eyes that flashed like
silvery orbs of ice.

�Save
it!� he roared. �I
don�t want to listen to any more of your lies!�

Cold
and dispassionate, Malachite was an intimidating man. Angry, he was downright
terrifying. Mina suddenly found herself wishing for the return of the other version,
yet she knew that that was now a distant dream. Her pheromone was starting to take
it�s toll, taking away his ability to think clearly, or control his emotions. At
this point she could only hope he didn�t resort to beating her.

Therefore
Mina didn�t try to defend herself again, knowing her words weren�t going to
have any effect on him other than to possibly infuriate him more. Instead she
drew herself up as proudly as she could and lifted her chin, a spark of
defiance lighting her blue eyes. That made his own narrow a fraction.

�Haughty
and defiant to the bitter end, I see.� Then his lips twisted into an unholy
smirk, one that made her shiver involuntarily. �We will see just how long you
can manage to keep it after I�m done with you.� That sort of statement
really didn�t go very far in calming her nerves. Nor did his next one. �Strip.�

She
blinked, not sure if she�d heard him right through the roaring in her ears. �What?�
she squeaked somewhat inelegantly.

�Get
undressed,� he clarified dryly, then added in a sneer, �I�ve heard how you
Venusians view sex and nudity. I doubt very seriously that this is going to be
a foreign concept for you.�

In
fact it was, though she wouldn�t be telling him that. Normally Mina had
no qualms about her own nudity, or anyone else�s for that matter. The naked
form had never really fazed her before, male or female. Nudity was seen as
perfectly natural to her people, who frequently walked around in various states
of undress due to the sweltering heat of their homeworld. Yet with the way he had
just ordered her to strip, and the contemptuous look in his eyes while he did
so, he made the idea suddenly seem dirty and humiliating. Which was, no doubt,
his very intent. Apparently Malachite was setting out to make this whole ordeal
as degrading and hurtful as he could, a subtle revenge for trying to manipulate
him it seemed.

And
he was succeeding beautifully.

Mina
gasped a little, her lips trembling as her eyes started to water, both with futile
anger and hurt. He was heartless to either of them. �I told you to disrobe,
wife,� he growled, the term coming off his lips almost as an insult. �Are you
telling me you�re going to defy your husband? Let alone your King?�

She
swallowed hard, knowing full well that he spoke the truth. She had no right to
defy him now, in any capacity. Therefore with trembling fingers, the tears
slipping loose out of her eyes and slowly rolling down her cheeks, Mina reached
behind her and slowly pulled the gold ribbon loose. The bow had been the only
thing holding it all together, so that when the ribbon slid free, so did the
yellow silk wrap. Both slowly slithered down and pooled at her feet, leaving the
blonde female completely bare, as she�d worn nothing underneath it. Her fists
clenched into white-knuckled balls then, arms held perfectly straight at her
sides. She waited for whatever would come next, viciously determined now not to
let him see any more of her fear or pain.

Yet
all the anger was suddenly gone from his face. Mina watched him stare at her
for the longest time, his expression almost unwillingly riveted. The young
Queen tensed when he took a step toward her, then another, moving almost as if
drawn, until he stood so close she could almost feel the heat from his big body.
When he raised a hand she flinched a little, unsure of what to expect, yet he
merely moved to catch a tendril of her long hair. Mina blinked, confused, as
Malachite very slowly drew that soft hank of hair between his fingers.

�So
beautiful,� he whispered, voice hoarse. Mina just stared up at him, too afraid
to move or speak. His expression suddenly darkened, but not with anger. This
time it was with something that was more like pain. �Gods save me, no woman
should be as beautiful as you,� he bit out through clenched teeth.

And
then before she could even think to react to that, Malachite suddenly bent to
her and his mouth sealed hungrily over her own.

Mina
let out a faint whimper of surprise, her hands automatically lifting to the
wall of his chest to brace herself, perhaps even to try and push free. Yet one
of his powerful arms had wrapped around her back, the other fisting tight into
her hair at the back of her head, so any thought she might have had of getting
away became a distant memory. She had only been kissed once or twice before in
her life, and none of them even compared to the experience she was currently
having. She realized now that all of her other kisses had been from boys, shy
pecks and untried brushes of mouths.

But
Malachite kissed her like a man; hot, deep, possessive. His tongue thrust into
her mouth to tangle with her own again and again, causing Mina to let out a
half-startled, half-aroused murmur of surprise. He kissed her desperately,
voraciously, as if he couldn�t get enough of her, over and over again. Even if
it was just him being affected by her pheromone, the knowledge that this
proud warrior was brought so low by desire for her did strange and heady things
to her body. There was also something strangely erotic about the way she stood
completely nude while he was still fully clothed. The tips of her sensitive
breasts soon grew to aching points at being pressed so against his
leather-encased front, wringing another reluctant whimper from her throat.

He
dipped down lower suddenly, his mouth sealing onto the side of her neck. Mina
gasped, fingers digging into the leather at the stinging pleasure/pain that erupted
there as he gave her what was no doubt an impressive love-bite. And then his
other hand was covering her breast, powerful fingers kneading it�s weight just
hard enough to excite her without actually hurting, the other dropping down to
grip her rear and pull her hard against him. Mina almost felt her knees buckle.
Instead she clung to him desperately, fighting to try and keep her sanity while
being buffeted with so many sensations at once and failing miserably. Stars,
she felt like she was becoming drunk herself, as her body suddenly didn�t feel
like her own anymore. Mina felt hot, flushed, her skin suddenly felt too tight,
her lungs too small. Her passage was quickly becoming slick with need, so much
that she could actually feel the wetness between her thighs.

She
was so aroused that when Malachite suddenly lifted her off the ground, Mina
didn�t even think to protest. Instead her legs wrapped eagerly around his waist,
her arms locking around his neck, and she found herself returning his needy
kisses with a desperate passion of her own. Her head threw back with a hiss
when he lifted her higher, his mouth sealing hungrily over one of her nipples.
He bit, he licked, he suckled, he drove her absolutely wild. And again�while
his attentions were a little rough�he wasn�t actually aggressive enough to
cause her discomfort. Just enough to make her nervous, which somehow increased
her pleasure instead of detracting from it. Mina would spare a moment to marvel
on how he managed to do that, but later. Right now she was far too distracted
to dwell on it for long.

Instead
her fingers fisted in his hair, and she found herself moaning his name. Then he
was half-tossing her onto the bed, near the edge so that her legs still dangled
over the side. Mina lay there, stunned, and stared somewhat dumbly while
Malachite then fought himself out of his clothes. He wasn�t gentle either, hurriedly
tearing through several parts and probably ruining the fine outfit beyond all
repair, though he didn�t seem to care much. And with each part that flew away,
Mina felt her eyes widen, her breath shorten and her heart squeeze.

He
had said earlier that no woman should be as beautiful as she was. If that was
true, than no man had the right to look as good as he did. Malachite was six
and a half feet of solid brawn, all bronzed muscle and pure masculine strength.
The platinum blonde hair that fell over his shoulders was such a contrast to
his dark skin, as well as his eyes�which were now darkened to a deep and stormy
gray from the pale and cold silver of before. Mina suddenly had the urge to
touch him�to slide her hands all across his hot skin and feel the power ripple
underneath her fingertips�so much that her hands actually itched with it. Then
he tore off his pants, and Mina gasped with a sudden twinge of maiden fear.

It
seemed Malachite was a big man�all over�and somehow she knew that that
was never going to fit inside of her.

Yet
he didn�t seem to share her reservations. Malachite suddenly stepped forward,
grabbing her knees and parting them wide and using his hold to effortlessly tug
her closer until her lower half was nearly off the bed.

�Wait,�
she gasped, suddenly terrified. �Wait, please!� He was too big. This wasn�t
going to work at all. Malachite either didn�t hear her or was beyond the point
of caring about her protests however. He easily caught her before she could
roll away, and then Mina threw her head back with a short scream as he buried
himself fully inside her with one lunge.

Burning
agony throbbed in her lower extremities, and Mina felt that surely he�d torn
her apart. She whimpered in protest and confusion as he started to thrust,
tears swimming in her eyes, divided between pleasure and pain and not sure
which one she was supposed to feeling, which one she should give into. But then
one of his big hands was gripping her thigh in between powerful strokes, the
other fleeting caresses across her breasts, down her belly. Then he suddenly
pressed his fingers through her wet curls, finding the little button of nerves
buried within. Mina gasped, eyes wide, her hips lifting up against him on pure instinct.
Desire started to override the pain then, and she moaned a little, an aching
throb of pleasure beginning to pulse in her womb. Suddenly his size didn�t seem
so bad after all, stretching her and giving her a delicious feeling of
fullness. Mina bit her lip, her hands fisting into the sheets under her head, one
of her legs lifting to curl around his waist in an attempt to get herself
closer. The combined sensation of his manhood burying deep into her sex and his
strong fingers stroking her center was quickly pushing her to the edge to
something incredible.

Her
heart thudded relentlessly against her ribs, fighting to keep pace with the
demands her arousal was putting on it, blood pumping hard and fast through her
veins. It was building in her now, with all the destructive force of a hurricane.
Every muscle in her body tightened to near painful intensity, every ounce of
her being focusing on the feel of him and the heady sensations he caused. And
then she suddenly toppled head-first over that precipice.

Mina
threw her head back, and dully heard the sound of her own scream echo off the
walls as the pleasure burst inside her body like a lightning strike. Her hips
bucked helplessly, desperate, hard, and she was convinced somewhere in the back
of her mind that she was dying. He�d killed her, it was the only explanation.
Her climax was like a tidal wave washing through her, causing her spine to bow
nearly completely back. Her whole body trembled as she held tight to the sheets
and prayed for sanity. It seemed never-ending, the pulsing spasms of relief
that shot through her frame, causing her inner muscles to grip tighter around
him, soaking his hand, her thighs with a rush of liquid heat.

Then
Malachite was gripping her hips with both hands, his pace suddenly increased,
pistoning fast and hard. It was all Mina could do to cling to the bed and
endure it, her nerve-endings raw from the explosion she�d just experienced. Yet
it wasn�t long before he suddenly threw back and then came inside her with
several jerky thrusts and a long, loud groan of his own.

Mina
just lay there and panted for breath while he collapsed onto the bed beside
her. Suddenly feeling exhausted and sore, she didn�t have any desire to move
any time soon. Instead she stared at the ceiling and struggled to recover. A
few moments later, however, she tensed when Malachite suddenly turned back to
her again, one of his hands slipping between her legs. She tensed, gasping,
then moaned helplessly when his wicked fingers slipped through her wet folds
and unerringly found that spot that drove her wild.

The
pheromone was still in his system, driving his need, making him want her again
and again, never satisfied. It wasn�t long before he was covering her with his
weight again, his tongue buried in her mouth while he thrust deep into her
below. Mina gripped to his shoulders and arched beneath him, praying to
whomever was listening that she�d be able to survive this night.

~~*~~

Sometime
later Malachite opened his eyes, then blinked up at the ceiling, faintly
confused and wondering where he was exactly. At first he drew a blank on that,
as well as why he was laying naked in a bed that wasn�t his, and why the room
smelled so heavily of sex. Then he tensed as it all came rushing back�the
Alliance, the Princess of Venus, the marriage. Yet everything from the day
before until now seemed somewhat hazy in his mind, however, as if he�d drifted
through it all in a daze, only half aware of what he was doing.

He
vaguely remembered the ceremony that morning, and a little of the conversation
he�d had with Zoisite before coming here, but most of it was a blur after that.
The warrior turned slightly, and then tensed, feeling his eyes widen in shock.

The
beautiful Princess�now Queen�of Venus lay perfectly still beside him on the
rumpled bed. Her eyes were shut tight, but he could tell from her labored
breathing that she wasn�t asleep, her arms ramrod straight at her sides, tiny
fists clenched. Her lips were red and swollen, several purplish bruises dotting
her neck and chest�love-bites. Her fine golden hair was a tangled mess around
her head, her soft skin soiled with sweat and other proof of their mating. Simply
put, she looked like hell. A quick glance down at himself revealed that he
didn�t look much better, either.

Dear
Gods, what had he done? He fought to remember just what had taken place, and
caught vague snippets here or there. He remembered taking her that first time,
remembered indistinct images of her crying out, remembered the tears,
remembered the blood. Then nothing. He felt his heart bottom out. He�d taunted
her about her culture and her experience, when all the while the girl had been completely
virgin and he�d fallen on her with all the finesse of an animal in rut. Stars,
how long had he been insensible to it? How many times had he forced himself on
her?

Malachite
glanced at her again and swallowed the huge lump in his throat, suddenly
feeling ill. Far too many.

While
it was true that his loss of control was due to her using her pheromone on him,
it was still a very bitter and distasteful draught for him to swallow, or
accept. Malachite was a man who prided himself on his discipline, depended on
it, and this was quite possibly the worst thing he�d ever done to a woman in
his life. He started to rise, then stiffened when the creature beside him
suddenly jerked at his movement, and then she let out a low moan of denial,
lips trembling. No doubt she was sore as hell, and terrified that he was about
to try to take her again. Malachite would never admit it to another living
soul, but seeing that tortured look on Mina�s face�and knowing that he was the
cause of it�damn near unmanned him.

He
got up from the bed, expression resolute, marching into the large antechamber
that held the massive porcelain bath. Malachite quickly filled it with steaming
hot water, then tossed in a handful of salts kept near-by that were meant to
help one relax. Then he stalked back inside the bedroom. He found her eyes open
now, staring at him with wary confusion. The warrior didn�t bother with words,
merely stepped over to her and scooped her tiny frame up off the bed.

Mina
gasped a little, either from surprise or pain, he didn�t want to examine it too
closely. His guilt couldn�t bear it. Instead he carried her silently into the
bathing room, then carefully deposited her into it. She hissed as the hot water
came in contact with her sore skin, then slowly started to relax. Mina would
tense up a little again however when he suddenly stepped into the tub behind
her, but Malachite pretended not to care.

The
vessel was huge, plenty big enough for the both of them. Wasting little time,
he immediately reached for the soap and sponge, and then set about cleaning the
damage he�d done. She didn�t try to fight him, letting him have his way.
Malachite washed her everywhere, leaving no part untouched, from her luxuriant
long hair to her tiny manicured toes. Somewhere in the middle she started to
cry, silent tears leaking down the sides of her face, but he pretended not to
notice.

Meanwhile
each one that dropped sorrowfully from her chin felt like a tiny dagger digging
into his chest.

After
Malachite had finished with Mina, he set her aside and then cleaned himself�his
motions far quicker and less gentle than the ones he�d used on her. Then he got
out, drying them both. Neither one said a word through the entire exchange. He
wrapped her in one of the bigger towels before picking her up again and then
carrying her into the spare room, where a smaller bed lay. Malachite set her
down into it, then turned away. He almost got to the doorway, and then a soft,
uncertain,

�Where
are you going?� stopped him. He hesitated at the threshold, shoulders tight,
but refused to turn back to her.

�To
war,� was all he allowed in a soft rumble before shutting the door behind him.

Malachite
dressed in his battle armor then, securing the plate mail firmly about him with
sharp, angry tugs before resheathing his pure diamond greatsword. He moved to
the exit, but the new King paused at the threshold of it, glancing back over his
shoulder and staring for a moment at the closed doorway of the spare room. His
eyes hardened before he turned forward again and stepped out, not looking back
again.
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