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:: Chapter Eleven ::

Wedding Nights � Ami

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Ami
hurriedly prepared herself for bed, trying to calm her nerves with the
monotony.

�It�s
ridiculous to be so afraid,� she muttered to herself chidingly. �Procreation is
a perfectly normal, natural function of life. People have been doing it since
the dawn of time. All those other women managed to survive it just fine.
There�s nothing for me to be so scared of.�

For
some reason her very logical litany wasn�t helping much. Ami blew out a nervous
sigh, wringing her hands. It was not that she found her new husband
distasteful. Far from it. In fact, the kiss he�d given her at the end of the
marriage ceremony today had been . . . strangely thrilling. Ami had never felt
that way before. While it was true that she�d never actually been kissed
before, she had a sneaking suspicion that there was something wholly unique
about Zoisite that made the experience . . . better, somehow.

Yet
she was naturally a very shy person, and it was just too monumental of a thing,
the idea of stripping naked and allowing a virtual stranger to have such
intimacies with her body . . . the slender Queen shuddered at the thought. This
ordeal was going to kill her, she just knew it. And her father�s blustering
wasn�t helping matters much either. She frowned a little now, her annoyance
giving her enough courage to yank back the covers and get into the bed before
she had a chance to balk.

Ami
had never known her father to be so stubborn or narrow-minded before. Normally
he was a very sweet and gentle man, somewhat adorable in his eccentricities, a
soft soul and a very intelligent mind. Yet his unreasoning hatred of Zoisite
was entirely irrational, and very unlike him. Hector had less of a problem with
the man taking over the Kingdom of Mercury and more of a problem with the
Earthling having anything at all to do with her.

When
Ami had asked him about it this morning�exasperated by his unusual behavior�her
father had merely smiled sadly at her and said that she wouldn�t understand
until she had children of her own. Which was a very real possibility, Ami
suddenly realized, gulping a little. She was married now. And that was
the whole point of this embarrassing exercise that she was about to take part
in after all�the conception of children, who would one day become the heirs to
the throne of her Kingdom.

Ami
stared down at the silvery ring on her finger, somewhat captivated by the pale
pink gems arranged to look like some kind of blossom. What would offspring made
of Zoisite and herself look like, she wondered, somewhat dazed by the idea. A
little boy perhaps, with her dark hair and his father�s sharp, powerful green
eyes? Or maybe a sweet little girl, with her father�s honey colored curls and
her own big blue eyes . . . ?

And
then the door suddenly opened, and Ami�eyes widening�forgot everything else but
her own apprehensive fear as the devastatingly handsome man himself slowly
entered.

Zoisite
slowly closed the door behind him, gazing across the room at his new wife. Ami
was a prim, beautiful little vision sitting there in his bed dressed in nothing
more than a simple pale blue cotton night shift. The sight did surprising
things to his anatomy. Yet the look of stark terror on her face was hard to
miss. Her frame was taut, might even be trembling he thought, with her little
hands fisted tight in her lap. She was a virgin; of course she would be
frightened.

�� Zoisite
nearly groaned with frustration. He wasn�t going to be able to touch her at all
in this state, not unless he wanted a fight on his hands or preferred to mate a
frozen statue. Neither of those options appealed to him.

The
slender man prayed for patience as he came farther into the room and feigned
complete disinterest in her. Zoisite turned his back to her and began to
undress, and then he pretended not to hear the strangled gasp that sounded
because of it. Once completely stripped, Zoisite made his way to the bed, sat,
and then stuffed his legs beneath the covers. She was
trembling. He knew because the whole damned mattress was shaking with the
strength of her fearful tremors. Again he pretended he didn�t notice, laying on
his back and folding his arms beneath his head with a sigh. He closed his eyes.
There was a long moment of silence. Then,

�� M-my
lord? . . . Zoisite?� He could barely hear her voice it was so soft, shaking
like the last leaf in a winter wind.

�� Hmm.�

�� . .
. W-what . . . what do you wish me to do?�

�� Disrobe.�

�� D-disrobe?�
Her voice cracked, it went so high. Zoisite only nodded. She hesitated for a
full minute, and so he opened one eye to stare at her. Ami was nearly
hyperventilating now, but at his look she slowly moved the covers aside and
stood. To make the ordeal easier on her, once she stood up, Zoisite closed his
eye once more and allowed her some measure of privacy. He heard the loud rustle
of her shift coming off, and then the sound of the cloth falling to the floor.

�� Beneath
the covers, his cock was now painfully hard and at full, throbbing attention.
Damn, this was going to kill him.

�� And
now?�

�� Sleep.�

�� Sleep?�
she parroted loudly, her voice a mite squeaky. It took some effort to keep his
features bland.

�� Yes.�
He heaved a sigh. �I promise I won�t be doing anything to you tonight that you
aren�t ready for.�

�� There
was another long moment of silence. Then he felt the bed dip again as she
hurried back beneath the warm covers. There was quiet for another few minutes
as she situated herself and then, �Good night,� she finally whispered, �and . .
. thank you.� His response was a nod and a loud, fake yawn.

�� She
scooted as far as possible away from him, moved a few more times, and then
finally stilled. Zoisite didn�t open his eyes again until her breathing became
deep and even with the barest hint of a gentle snore nearly a half an hour
later. When he did open them it was to find her as he suspected, laying with
her back facing him in a half fetal position, sleeping soundly.

Zoisite
then stared at the ceiling above and began counting the minutes. He was unsure
how long exactly he lay there, unmoving, his whole body hard and aching for
her. Ami�s scent�a gentle mix of woman and a flower he didn�t recognize�was
tickling his nose and senses, driving him near insane with wanting. Zoisite
fought his urges for at least an hour or more, waiting until he was sure she
was deeply under.

Then
he turned to her.

His
plan to let Ami fall asleep before he touched her was done for a good reason,
and it was not to trick her or to take undue advantage. This way she would be
too groggy to be scared at first, and when her senses did finally return to
her, Zoisite hoped to have the girl so aroused with wanting him that she would
not care anymore. Then she would be ready, as he�d promised. While he
might have otherwise allowed her wait a while, given her the chance to get used
to him and the idea of sharing his bed, the law wouldn�t allow it. He wasn�t
considered legally wed to her until he�d consummated the marriage, and he
wasn�t legally considered the King of Mercury unless he was married to it�s
Queen.

To
that end he rolled onto his side, to where he lay directly behind her.

Zoisite
lifted his hand and gently ran the tips of his fingers down one bare arm,
sliding the blanket down as he went, to her waist. He watched, fascinated, as
hundreds of goose bumps raised up on the sensitive white flesh. All at once the
girl murmured in her sleep and then rolled over slightly to push back against
him, instinctively moving closer to the warmth of his larger body with a
breathy sigh. This unconscious action pleased him; though the way Ami suddenly
wriggled her little rump against him very nearly did him in. There was also the
sight of her bare breasts, revealed to him as she lay now half on her back
against him. The fleshy white globes were each peaked with a pale pink areola,
not overly large but certainly big enough, the nipples just beginning to harden
with the room�s chill. His breath hitched, and Zoisite had to wait a full
minute before he�d regained enough control to continue.

He
moved to brush the feathery tendrils of blue hair away from her face, fingers
lacing into the silky stuff as he then bent down, mouth brushing feather light
against her bare arm. Zoisite moved up to her shoulder with soft, open-mouthed
kisses, then buried himself in the small curve of her neck, just below her ear.
At that there was a subtle but immediate change in her breathing, all at once
speeding up a bit, becoming more shallow than before. Still she slept. He
gently began to nibble and suckle on the tender skin of her neck while his free
hand slipped around and cupped her farthest breast. Zoisite palmed it gently,
maneuvering the gradually hardening nipple between his fore and middle fingers
and squeezing ever so slightly, his every movement slow and controlled.

Ami
groaned in her sleep, a soft and very sensual sound that went straight down to
his throbbing erection, forcing Zoisite to wince. The devil in him was
screaming to roll the girl over, spread her thighs and bury himself in her
heat, but he fought it off with an iron will, silently vowing not to take her
until she was good and ready for his entry. Yet passion inflamed him, and his
suckling became just a bit more intense, his ministrations to her breast just a
little more forceful.

He
knew at once when she woke. Ami had been lying completely compliant against
him, even pressing ever so slightly back as he continued to fondle her. And
then suddenly she went stiff and rigid and her eyes flew wide open.

�What!
What are you . . .�

�Shh-h,�
he soothed gently, halting her fearful cry, the arm he had draped around her
tightening and holding her against him when the frightened girl made to roll
away. Zoisite gently nuzzled her neck despite her half-strangled little gulp,
his thumb slowly circling her now completely distended nipple. Her body
shivered at that, though he didn�t think it was completely from fear, leastwise
his guilty conscience hoped it wasn�t. Again he softly shushed her, this time
just above her ear before drawing the lobe into his mouth and nibbling gently.
Ami whimpered then. Again, he hoped the sound wasn�t all from anxiety.

Zoisite
continued this treatment for several minutes, until he felt her body slowly
loosen again and rest easily back against his own. At this sign he kissed her
jaw, her cheek, then took Ami by the chin to turn her face to his. He stared
for a moment into her big blue eyes, watching her full lips part and tremble
with an indrawn breath, before bending down and capturing them with his.
Zoisite nipped dangerously at her lower lip, then canted his head and slipped
his tongue between it, eager to taste her fully. He couldn�t help the low groan
that tore from the back of his throat when he did. The taste of her, the feel
of her, it was simply incredible. He couldn�t seem to get enough of it.

When
Ami tentatively placed her tiny hand around his neck, however, and shyly met
his tongue with her own, Zoisite was completely lost. If he had been insistent
before, he became voracious now. He all but devoured her, tongue thrusting
again and again into the warm, wet core of her, never satisfied. Somewhere in
the back of his mind he feared he might be frightening the girl with the full
force of his passion. Yet she didn�t seem to be much afeard of him now, her
fingers lacing into his long hair at the back of his head and shifting ever so
slightly so that she lay completely on her back now and even more at his mercy.

He
had none.

Zoisite
finally moved back down after a while; gave a quick kiss to her chin and then
nibbled down the curve of her neck as Ami at once tipped her head back after
his gentle nudge urged her to do so. He continued down to her collarbone,
skimming it with his tongue, then moved down to the nearest breast. She
stiffened again in his arms, unsure, but Zoisite didn�t give her a chance to
become overly upset. His mouth closed over her nipple, licking first and then
drawing dangerously with his teeth while his hand moved to cup her other one
again. Her response was a slight, breathless cry and to arch slightly off the
bed, her hands clutching at his neck and shoulders with a death grip. Zoisite
grinned wolfishly against her flesh, then continued to kiss, nip and suckle her
until she was breathing fast, ragged and shallow beneath him.

Once
he felt he�d prepared her sufficiently, Zoisite kissed his way back to her
throat while the other hand caressed significantly lower, beneath the covers
that still draped her lower half. Again she tensed slightly, but didn�t fight
him as his hand gently rubbed it�s way down her flat belly and then through the
soft nest of curls below it. Zoisite continued to kiss and nibble at her neck,
something he was learning his new wife rather liked, while his hand below
slowly began easing her thighs apart. His long fingers gently stroked against
her outer lips at first, winning him a slight cry and her hand fisting tight
into his hair. She shifted restlessly in his arms, murmuring. Zoisite continued
this for a bit, teasing her, until her legs suddenly moved just a fraction
wider with impatience. Taking that as a sign to proceed, his thumb pushed
inside to find the hardened nub of her clit, while his longest finger
simultaneously buried itself deep into her sheath, finding her hot, tight, wet
and more than ready for him.

Zoisite
released a low groan of pleasure into her ear at that. Ami�s breathy whimpers
grew in volume and in frequency as his fingers began to stroke ever so gently,
slow at first and then gradually building speed. She whispered his name several
times, squirming slightly, voice trilling and breath hitched back into her
throat. Nearly mindless now with the strength of her need, the girl had
completely spread her thighs apart to allow him easier access, knees slightly
bent and drawn up, causing the blanket to completely fall away. The way she
moved slightly against his hand and the sound of her soft, aching cries
innocently begged for what Ami did not yet know how to put into words. His
fingers were quickly becoming drenched. Zoisite let out another rough growl of
encouragement, seizing her mouth again with his just before he inserted another
finger into her and dramatically increased the pressure of his thumb. His
strokes grew harder, faster. It didn�t take long at all before he was rewarded.

Ami
all at once grew completely taut beneath him, throwing her head back into the
pillows and letting out a soft, near-breathless wail. Her hands clenched
spasmodically around his neck and shoulder, nails biting into his skin, just as
her inner walls clamped down on his fingers. Zoisite continued to stroke
throughout, smiling slightly with just a bit of male smugness, as the girl rode
out waves of her first ever release. Only when she loosened again, breathing
hard, did he finally stop.

After
a moment her eyes opened again, heavy lidded now and almost glassy with wonder,
desire, fulfillment. And with that look, his control finally snapped. Zoisite
moved over her at last, bending to smother her lips again along the way,
groaning when she eagerly�if still a bit shy�attempted to imitate his actions
in response. Her slender hands gripped his neck first, then moved down to his
shoulders. She slowly raked her nails down his back and Zoisite let out a loud,
hoarse growl, hips almost instinctively pressing forward. She was going end
this before it really began if he didn�t get on with it soon. To that end he
lifted up, positioned himself, and then slowly began easing his way inside her
channel.

The
feeling was indescribable; hot, tight, wet�like a warm fist gently squeezing him
and pulling him farther inside. Ami moaned loudly beneath him, echoing his own
pleasure, and Zoisite continued to thrust farther inside until the thin wall of
her virginity blocked him. He gently rocked back and forth for a time,
thrusting slowly, stopping just short of tearing through and trying to prepare
her for what was to come as best he could. Soon the desire to completely bury
himself became more than he could bear, however, and so with a fortifying
breath he pulled back and then thrust in to the hilt, ripping asunder what last
vestiges of innocence she possessed. Ami released a slight cry of discomfort,
and heaven help him, Zoisite tried to stop to allow her time to recover. His
body didn�t seem to want to cooperate with his will however, and very soon he
was moving again. Probably sooner than he should have.

After
a bit she began responding favorably to him once more, though, releasing her
little pleasure sounds again. Ami let her hands roam freely over the plane of
his muscled back, soon beginning to match his thrusts with tiny hip movements
of her own, further bedeviling him. Zoisite could only muffle a groan into her
sweat-dampened throat, cursing mentally. The girl was determined to drive him
to an early finish. He quickly retook control of the situation, sitting up on
his knees and grabbing her by the hips and rear. Zoisite lifted her slightly
from the bed, then, allowing for him to thrust more deeply inside. Completely
taken by need, Zoisite began pounding into her fast and rough, desperate to
find his own pleasure now. Yet her reedy cries only encouraged him harder,
faster, her tiny hands now fisting into the covers beneath her head and her
long legs wrapping around his hips. He could tell by the way she was crying out
that she was close to another release, and so to facilitate this need, a hand
slipped between their bodies and he found her sensitive little nub again.

Almost
immediately Ami shattered around him, this time her scream loud and throaty,
her whole frame shuddering hard with the strength of it. The sound, sight and
the feel of her clamping down onto him were more than Zoisite could take. And
so with a gritty shout of his own and one last thrust, he joined her in that
sweet euphoria. Then he very nearly collapsed, stopping just short of crushing
her with an elbow. It took him a long while to recover.

When
he finally did, Zoisite gently eased himself away, his breathing still labored.
Ami fared no better, her head slightly turned to the side, eyes already
drifting shut with fatigue. A small grin split his features. Damn I was good.

Silently
he reached for the blanket that had nearly been kicked to the floor and drew it
back over them both. Then he lay back again on his back, arms folding beneath
his head. Almost immediately she rolled over to him, snuggling up against his
side for more warmth. Zoisite tensed, but he gave no other outward reaction to
this, unmoving as she released a loud yawn and then buried her head onto his
chest and a slender arm slung around him, quickly drifting asleep once more.

He
sighed, staring down at her pretty face, feeling himself torn. Would that he
could believe this was a display of growing affection, yet his logical mind
knew better. It was just the after-effects of her first sexual experience, the
rush of endorphins and hormones effecting her system, giving her the
instinctual urge to cuddle. After all, a Mercurian didn�t feel such trifling
emotions as love, she had said so herself.

That
made him wince.

Zoisite
himself was not a hard man, not nearly so guarded or callous as some of his
fellows. He did what had to be done when it needed to be done, yet he had still
somehow managed to hold on to his idealistic beliefs through the years, not
becoming jaded or cold from the hell he�d seen and endured. While most men
scoffed, Zoisite had been a very firm believer on the concept of true love from
a very early age. With his parents, how could he not?

Jaasa�s
love for his father was enough that the Princess of Phaeton had defied an
entire galaxy and risked everything to be with him. And as a result Mica had
loyally treasured that�and her�above everything, all the way up until his dying
day. And when his father died in the war six years ago, his mother�otherwise
perfectly healthy�had withdrawn from everything and just withered away, until
she followed him into the grave a year later. Zoisite believed very firmly that
she�d simply died of a broken heart.

Zoisite
had loved�and had been loved by�his parents dearly, and held their memory in
the highest regard. It had been one of his dearest wishes to one day find the
kind of love that they had together. The kind that made older women sigh
wistfully and young children giggle, the kind that spanned miles, defied
nations, cheated death itself. Yet now that dream was just a distant memory.

The
now-King of Mercury stared down at Ami�s sleeping face for a long time, then
roused himself near dawn. He carefully slid out from underneath her, and
thankfully she didn�t wake, merely burrowed deeper into the covers with a soft
grumble and then slipped back into her dreams�whatever they may be. What would
a female from a cold and loveless culture dream of? Could they even dream at
all?

Zoisite
grimaced, then forced himself not to think about it. Instead he got dressed,
donned his armor, then resheathed his thin rapier. There was no sense in pining
away for what could have been. What�s done was done. He was a General, now a
King. He had more important things to occupy his mind than this. Besides, he
was married to a very intelligent and beautiful woman who had already agreed to
be his partner in all things and to support him in any way she could. He should
be grateful for the things he did have, instead of miserable for the things
he didn�t. Zoisite turned, then swept out of the room and closed the door
gently behind him.

So what if she
could never love him back?
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