#wrh

˚◞❀˳ You were betrothed to Wen Ruohan from the time both of you were young. You watched him grow into the man that he is today — from a humble little boy to the tyrant he was raised to be. It's no wonder that you felt some level of anxiety when it came to marrying him. It always seemed as though he looked at you as nothing more than the partner he was forced to be with. The one who would be at his side and bear his children. Never a wife nor a lover — but a partner. Another duty to his clan. 

˚◞❀˳ Which is what led you to believe that your wedding night would be nothing more than a formal consummation. A simple had to be done for the sake of carrying on his lineage. The ceremony droned on, yet you could only focus on the pair of beady crimson hues that fixed upon your form. Taking in your every feature. From your face, to the stunning scarlet silk that clothed your frame, to the jewellery that your handmaidens dolled you up in. At some point you had considered his gaze to be that of judgement — but perhaps that was simply your nerves. Regardless, when the two of you retired for the evening, you didn't know what to expect. 

˚◞❀˳ It wasn’t until his lips were on your neck and his large hands found their place upon your waist — when lean, strong fingers pulled apart silk and his gaze fell into something dark that you truly knew what you were in for. Your back meets the bed and without a second thought, he’s over you. 

“My, they certainly chose quite the fair wife for me,’’ his murmur lingers heavy in the room, akin to each breath that you take as you lay there beneath him. Scarlet wedding robes long discarded while he still dons his own as he kneels over your smaller form — apart from his lengthy, dark tresses that he has since pulled out of his topknot and now frames you like a curtain. As though concealing you from the world, for his eyes alone.  

Calloused hands that appeared oh so delicate caress your bare sides and his lips find their place back onto your neck. Pressing a series of rough, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive flesh as he steers his hips into yours. Rolling, grinding and eliciting the prettiest of noises from you. Noises that have his grin curling into your skin that he claims with a series of bites and deep purple marks while you leave a patch on his robes damp from your arousal.

“Excited already?” The sect leader breathes as a warm palm presses over your cunt, pushing another moan from your now-parted lips. “So wet. . .’’ his words fan against your heated ear and you can’t help but buck against his hand with a desperate whine. “It’s almost pathetic.’’ 

  ˚◞❀˳ There was no taking his time when it came to you. Any stories you’ve heard of easy love-making and tender touch on a woman’s wedding night are none of what you received. He grabbed, groped, dragged his nails across your skin — he bit, suckled and nibbled hickeys all over your body. He teased and taunted, mocked and degraded; and you loved every second of it. 

˚◞❀˳ It took little to no time until his slender fingers were buried to the knuckle in your squelching cunt. Thrusting pointedly at a bundle of nerves that had your back arching and hands clambering up to touch him for the first time that night. Your nails find his shoulders, and he hisses under his breath. For a moment you thought he may have reprimanded you, but he responds in the form of digging his thumb against your clit and rubbing quick, frantic circles. Tormenting your inexperienced body and making you beg for mercy from his fingers alone. 

“So tight, how will you ever take me?” 

All you can respond with is a splutter of moans and pitiable whines of his name. Your eyes flutter and loop back as your hips attempt to buck into his hand. “N-Ngh — my - m-my lord,’’ your pant is cut short by a fresh sting on your thigh and you whimper at his free hand that slaps down onto it — leaving behind a blush in its wake. 

“Stay still.’’ Wen Ruohan’s words hold the same authority that he uses on a day-to-day basis. The hand that recently spanked your supple flesh squeezes at it before forcing your hips into the sheets and holding you firmly. His large palm and long fingers press down onto your pelvic bone and the thrusting of his hand buried between your legs abruptly speeds up. You splutter another series of moans dripping with your frantic pleasure. 

“That’s it, that’s it,’’ you swear that you hear a groan resonate from his throat. You’re not sure. The swell of pleasure makes everything far too hazy and all you can do is limp your head back into the sheets and cry out quiet calls of his name and little whines about how it’s too much and you can’t cum again.

“Of course you can — no,’’ his sharp teeth clamp down on your neck just as your body spasms with another approaching orgasm. “You will.” He accentuates the promise with the curling and shallow thrusts of his fingers up into that one spot that made your toes curl and air leave your lungs. 

“You still have to take my cock for the night. Don’t you dare forget.’’ 

  ˚◞❀˳ It’s something that you were far from ready for. The second that he disrobed himself and at last your eyes met the head of his throbbing cock. Pink, pulsing and leaking with precum. Despite your greatest attempts to control your expression, you could barely hide the widening of your eyes from him — and it boosted his already inflated ego. Resulting in a chuckle while he wrapped a hand around himself and gave a few pumps. 

˚◞❀˳ “It won’t fit,’’ you’d try to reason with him as a shred of anxiety swells around your heart. But he merely clamps his hands down onto your thighs and spreads you wide, witnessing the creamy mess leaking from your cunt abused by his fingers only moments prior. “Oh, my dear,’’ he chuckles, and the endearment is enough to put you on cloud nine. “We’ll make it fit.’’ 

˚◞❀˳ It was painful, to say the least. The stretch of his cock had your head spinning and the air knocked out of your lungs. Multiple times you whined and whimpered for him to take it easy — which to his credit he did. Easing you with shallow thrusts and more kisses across your neck already littered with his lovebites. 

˚◞❀˳ It was only when he was certain that you were accustomed to his length and girth did he steer you into the sheets and bully his cock into your weeping cunt until you were keening to the high heavens for him. 

“N-Ngh —! My lord – p-please, oh please ah,’’ 

Every noise that left you only fuelled his actions. His hands refuse to leave a spot of you untouched. Caressing, squeezing and pinching at all parts of you. Thighs, breast — at one point he fixed his thumb onto your clit and delights in the way you fall into the sheets with spluttered gasps and desperate tugs at his wrist. 

“Slow, s-slow,’’ you try to reason with him but are greeted with another onslaught of his hips that leave bruises onto your tender flesh. His large frame drives you into the sheets, holding your squirming form still as his cock parts your walls on repeat. Harsh, quick, as his groans and hushed grunts have long since started to spill from his lips. “Slow? You want me to slow down when you are sucking me in like this?” To prove his point the hand on your clit drops with his index and middle finger splitting into a v-shape to caress your slit stretched out by the girth of his cock. 

“Look at this pathetic little cunt. Can’t even take her husband — hmm? How will you bear my children?” His words prompt you to bite down onto your lip and your nails scratch along his back as you bury your head into his shoulder. “I-I can’t — my lord, please,’’ your whine falls on deaf ears as he only slams the entirety of his cock into your flushed walls and shallows his thrusts into a relentless, constant pound. 

“Sshh,’’ he groans and despite the harsh treatment on your poor cunt, his hand delicately caresses the side of your face and he brings his hungry lips to yours. Devouring you whole as he has the rest of your body. “You’re mine,’’ he breathes, crimson hues half-lidded and hips stuttering as he approaches yet another release. Ready to fill you up and spill more of his cum onto the ruined bedsheets. 

“And what’s mine does not complain. She just takes what I give her.’’ 

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