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40 Evening 1

The fairy tale carriage arrived at Brennan’s house without incident. Volker and I were welcomed into the residence warmly by everyone.

A peaceful dinner party began
Soon it was time for departures: Mother and Father left; I wonder if they used the fairy tale carriage. Then Volker’s parents decided to head back to their country home before it got too dark. So it was just the two of us conversing awkwardly.

Soon Marie came to lead me to my room to change.

My new bedroom was adjoining the Master of the house’s as his wife. It was the room Jennis used to use. It had a calm atmosphere because it had been prepared to be exactly like my room back in my parents’ house.

I glanced at the chestnut connecting door with a deep feeling.

I feel that my mind will be blocked if I thought about Volker coming through that door.

It was finally here. (Zuben: Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight)

In my bath, my body was polished, my hair dried carefully and let the body oils absorb. When we returned to my bedroom, Marie held up a jar and said timidly ‘I’m leaving this here.’

‘What is it?’

Marie turned with her head lowered a little and replied, ‘It is the finest, it is rather like perfume.’

Ah, that.

My mother had been said she would get me perfumed oil to help me accept Volker. Oh, it’s so embarrassing!

‘Oh yeah…thanks.’

But Marie, how many are you putting in there? Are we going to use a lot overnight? But, it certainly looks pretty, doesn’t it? Like body lotion.

Marie showed me another jar, ‘Use this ointment at the time of emergency.’

‘Ah oh, alright.’

I guess we would not have to use it immediately. If was placed in a conspicuous place I would be nervous, so let’s put it in the drawer for later.

Now, I took a deep breath and turned to my closet.

At Oliver’s advice, I went for white lace. Because the shop owner, Mother and Marie told me that is has to be white. So, a babydoll? Hirahira’s fashionable underwear with my thighs exposed. Well, I got carried away and bought many different styles in different colours, it was quite expensive. But mother said, ‘Don’t worry, we are making a lot of money, buy whatever you like.’

Yes, panties are important! (Zuben: Are they?)

Alright!

I braced my spirit and put on my wedding underwear. Uuuu, it is a jackpot. I tried to tie the cords together but I found my hands trembling. Tee hee…

I got caught up a few times, untied and retied and then managed to secure it satisfactorily. I put on the baby doll, and struggled to tie the ribbon at my chest. I put on a dressing gown over it.

‘I shall take my leave,’ Marie said.

‘Oh, where are you going? Would I have to wait by myself? I mean…do I not go…?’

I realised Marie was not as cool as she appeared; as she was collecting the towels she had a slight blush on her cheeks.

Maybe she was shy as well.

‘Ah, sorry.’ I said.

Marie hurried to me and hugged me with a laugh.

‘It’s alright, young miss! You’re always beautiful, but you’re even more beautiful today. Your body is looking very erotic. Your underwear can cause drooling!’

Wait, Marie? What are you saying? Why are your eyes not like a girl’s? (Zuben: You don't know many girls, do you?)
‘Today has been somewhat exhausting. I fear that young Miss would be even more exhausted in the morning.’

Eh? Fear – Whoo?

What is exhausting?

Was it like a survival competition without mercy? Was the married couple business an “eat or be eaten” kind of thing? (Zuben: More like eat and be eaten)

‘Maybe Volker will not be too vigorous,’

My eyes went to the connecting door.

Hmm, may be it will be okay?

‘I’m hoping so…but he has tolerated it for so long, I doubt whether he would be able hit the brakes…’

Marie’s words sounded somewhat ominous. No I did not hear a thing!

Marie mouthed “Fighting!” as she pumped both her fists and left my room.

I feel a bit distressed.

Did I forget something? I feel like I had forgotten something.

Oh wait! What should I do? How do I meet Volker? I kept watching the door. It looked like it will open soon, but it looks like it won’t.

Should I keep the dressing gown on? I don’t know when he’ll come but it isn’t cold? But it if is cold and I start to sneeze? But isn’t it stupid to take it off when Volker come in?

I will take off the gown and get into bed.

I took of the dressing gown and into bed.

Then I realised; I wonder if I am nervous because I don’t know when Volker is coming. What if he comes in as I get into bed? What if I fall asleep?!

I sat down and put the gown on again.

I thought and thought for a while sitting on the bed waiting. Wasn’t it strange? Was it alright? How about hugging him as soon as he opened the door?

But to stand at the door – wouldn’t that be strange?

I tried various simulations in my mind as I paced up and down but I still did not know the right thing to do. Do I remain passive or inviting? I do not want Prince Stefan to think I did not use his advice.

Oh we may have to postpone…but we can’t do that right?

What should I do? I scratched my head.

I heard the door knob turn. It was the door facing the corridor, not the connecting door I was paying attention to!

Oh no!

I did not expect that. I panicked and took off the dressing gown, ran into bed and slipped under the covers.

Then I felt it…

41 Night 2

Because I slid into bed, the hem of the babydoll turned up and I felt the sheets on my bare skin. I was so shocked I quickly touched my hips.

It’s not there! My panties were gone!

This feels familiar.

Perhaps the ties were sweet? Did it come off when I jumped into bed?

I fearfully touched my hips but I could only feel my nakedness. I checked around but the result was the same. It hadn’t slipped off inside the covers.

What should I do?

Could I really welcome Volker in a babydoll of suspicious hem length and no panties on the first night? (Zuben: Easy access)

The door opened, and my head turned white with nerves.

‘Fredericka…?’

Wa wa aaa! That low rumbling baritone was Volker, wasn’t it?

Could Marie have come back because she forgot something?!

Even if she did forget something, she definitely would not come back. She wasn’t supposed to come back to the rooms until Volker or I called for her in the morning.

I am so conscious of his voice, I am kind of embarrassed.

‘Fredericka, are you aslee…p?’

I could not hear any footsteps because my floors were laid with a deep plush carpet, but I could hear his voice coming closer. There was an interruption to it, and a loud gulp.

Did he find it? As expected after all!

My undies!

I stiffened under the covers.

Why am I like this?! Although I think I am a firm and steady person, I always fail at important times like this.

Father, Mother! Fredericka has done a terrible thing.

I was afraid I had shocked Volker and was too nervous to reply. But I heard a quiet chuckle, and the bed dipped a bit.

‘Miss Fredericka, actually, last night I picked this up, it is yours?’ his deep voice said as he stroked my shoulder.

I could never forget those words. I stiffened as his hand stroked my earlobe. The words gently pulled at my heart and made me relax in conjunction with his hand stroking me.

‘Fredericka, I hadn’t thought of it at the time but I was fascinated by your smile when you said, “I am glad you picked it up.” Ever since then, I loved your smile. Why don’t you stop hiding and show me your face?’

That…? Aren’t you shocked?

I turned over and lowered the coverlet covering my face.

Volker was sitting at the edge of the bed watching me. His eyes were gentle and rather sweet and patient. My heart tightened.

‘Come, Fredericka.’

He held both arms out to me as he always did, and I jumped into Volker’s arms like a well trained puppy. (Zuben: Woof woof or is it wan wan)

‘Volker…’

I like you.

I like you.

I love you!

Why was did Volker have an expression of surprise on his face just as I was about to hug him?

Was it because of the babydoll? Or was it because I am not wearing panties and it shows?

But I don’t care, I am hugged in his powerful arms and I feel secure.

I feel happy.

He quickly began to kiss me.

His thick tongue licked my mouth. My jaw felt weak and I couldn’t close my mouth. Saliva ran down the corner of my mouth.

Isn’t it weird for Volker to me licking me as much as this? Our tongues rubbed each other, mine is sucked on.

How much did the Royal Guard exercise their mouths and tongues? This mouthfeel is very obsessive.

I was in Volker’s lap, as he kissed me, his large hand stroked my buttocks. The buttocks being caressed must be as a consequence of the high hemline of the babydoll. Every so often his fingers ran along the crack of my butt, and my body reacted.

Such a place, no way! Although I wanted to say, my lips are occupied and the sound just leaks out a moans.

Why only the butt and the mouth? What was he thinking?

Is that right?

Volker’s muscled chest rubbed against my breasts. My breasts ached. The skin was tingling and sensitive. But when I tried to cover my chest, my butt is attacked. But my breasts are teased when I protect my bum. So I could not avoid the pleasure and I was becoming breathless.

‘Fumu, n ~u, ~u~, Vo~lker...' I cried out. My own voice surprised me. What kind of sweet voice was that?!

‘Fredericka…?’ Volker stopped kissing me. He kissed my forehead and hair, while he listened to me. Volker really liked kissing me very much.

‘Ha~ I’m a little breathless…just a little more slowly…’

I tried to breathe a little deeply, but the air wasn’t enough.

‘I’m sorry; I’m a bit a-fluster.’

He gently touched my head and nose. I found his direct stare a bit embarrassing; I couldn’t be direct like Volker,

‘You cherish me a lot, don’t you?’

In reply, he stroked my forehead and bit my nose and hugged me tightly,

‘Why are you so cute, Fredericka? What am I going to do with you?’

He hugged me tighter as he nibbled my ear and sucked my neck. A strange voice emerged from me, I don’t know if it was cute but I don’t care what Volker does with me.

‘Fu~ an, Volker, it would be nice if you would be drunk^[1] with me,’ Was I able to say this because I was already drunk on him?

He parted my legs, and my naked waist was exposed to Volker. His hand moved to my secret place where his finger ran along the seam which was already wet with overflowed honey. After stroking the outer flesh and letting his finger get coated in honey, he dug into me.

‘Hyan~!’ I cried out. Although, I knew he was there, the feeling of his finger in my body was still unexpected, I cried out loudly.

Volker pulled out his finger, ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked. Even the feeling of him pulling his finger out was sweet.

‘Ah~ no it doesn’t hurt…’

Reassured, Volker slowly pushed his finger into me to explore.

Ah…if you do it so slowly…it’s extra!

He slowly rubbed the vaginal walls, carefully inserting and pulling out his finger, the inner part is caught. Huh? Is something is rising from inside me?

‘N ~a~ ya, a~a, ~!’

My insides tightened around Volker’s finger. My body was electrified, my pores opened and I was perspiring. What was going on?

‘Does it feel good?

There was sucking sound as his fingers rubbed his finger inside me harder.

Something was trying to swallow me more strongly than earlier, I hurriedly asked Volker,

‘Oh! Oh! Wait, what is… something…scary!’

Because of my sudden movement, Volker’s finger moved to a different position.

‘N a~, kya a~a ~!’ I moaned as sparks flashed in front of y eyes, but there was no thunder, just the feeling of electricity running through me biribiri and gyungyun. Unexpected ecstasy visited me.  

‘Fredericka?’

I had no control over my muscles, Volker had to support me as I was about to fall over. I had no strength and my head was heavy. However my vagina was kept tightening and relaxing. This…felt too good.

‘Are you alright, Fredericka?’ Volker asked as he laid me in bed. He looked down anxiously at me. How strange, my body is very tired but it was very hot between my legs. Was this how it felt like to climax?

I nodded but I couldn’t get the worried expression off Volker’s face.

‘Shall I get someone?’ he asked as he got out of bed and put on his dressing gown.

‘No, I’m not unwell…’

I just lost it because of Volker’s finger. Could I say that on our first night together?

When I look at Volker, he had got “I’m worried!” clearly written of his face. He most likely would want to stop and take care of me. That was the kind of person Volker was. I should say it, we are already a couple, and there shouldn’t be any shame.

‘Volker’s fingers felt so good…I gave a loud voice…’I said timidly.

Volker’s jaw dropped but he immediately covered his mouth and looked away. He was embarrassed! So he could be shy.

[1] The Japanese word used her was melomelo メロメロ – it means to be drunk, to fall in love, to embrace in love and so on. 

42 Night 3

I took the glass of water he gave me and drank thirstily. When I was done, I handed it back and said,

‘Thank you.’

He smiled and drew back the covers. I suddenly became embarrassed. My breasts and bum were exposed to the open air, even though he’s seen almost everything, the shyness hasn’t disappeared.

‘Are you cold?’ he asked.

‘No, just a little shy.’

He returned the glass to the bedside dresser and got into bed. I shifted to give him room.

Volker sat up against the headboard with a few pillows behind him and beckoned to me. I sat up and was about to sit facing him but he turned me around so I was sitting with my back to his chest and I was hugged from behind.

I was entranced by the warmth of his arms when he kissed the nape of my neck. He laughed as he sucked on my sensitive skin. His laughter tickled. 
‘Is it different if you don’t see me?’ he whispered in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine. Volker would soon find out his voice is weapon.

‘…Just a bit.’

He laughed and returned to kissing and sucking my neck again. I moaned. His hands travelled up my belly and held up my breasts,

‘Fredericka’s breasts are so soft and taut. It is also pointed here…you are very sensitive, I want to touch you forever.’

The hands that had been stroking the full undersides of my breasts suddenly touched my nipples. Electricity ran down my skin and the heat grew.

‘Kyan!’ I squeaked like a puppy, I blushed at the unexpected sound. Behind me, there was a chuckle as he breathed down my neck,

‘I thought my baby was like a kitten, but this time you’re like a puppy. My bride has many different faces.’

Do I get a collar? His hand pinched my nipples, flicked at it or rolled them. Was it fun?

‘Can I order a collar at Kalome…?’

He laughed and said, ‘You can order whatever you want.’

Although, I was enjoying the touching game, I gradually became anxious. His hot and hard thing was touching my bum. I wanted to say something to Volker but I didn’t. Was it nothing? This heat…

Even if it was, you have to endure, right? Enduring is not good for the body.

I think that is what I am doing. It was hot and itchy between my legs. Was I being shameless if I wanted Volker to touch me there? I could not bear it…

N? Oh, maybe it is here! Touch me there Volker, were the words I wanted to say.

That’s why I didn’t think about it.

But, as he gently twisted my nipples no words came out. How do I convey it in the right way? Would it sound strange? I feel like it would be okay to tell him. It seems wrong somehow, it would sound strange. Should I just be straightforward?

I should do it now!

Here I go!

‘Volker, that…’

‘What is it?’ he asked. He took my left hand and stroked my fingers, while he rested his jaw on my shoulder. It felt very intimate.

I took Volker’s hand and pressed it between my legs. I wanted him to know I wanted him there,

‘It’s not painful here anymore…’

‘Fredericka…’

The weight of him disappeared from my shoulder and Volker’s hands held onto my waist tightly. Volker, why there? You’re grabbing belly meat, meat!!

I held his hand and urged him along my inner thighs and opened my legs. I unconsciously used strength in the movement; I swallowed my shyness and relaxed my legs. I realised my cheeks were heated as I put Volker’s hand right where I wanted it.

His bony finger extended and explored my entrance. There was a nasty sound where my honey had overflowed. It seemed as if it was expressing my expectations, I could not bear it,

‘Volker…’

My secret place swallowed Volker’s fingers and tightened around it *kyun.

‘…please don’t stop.’ I cried.

I was able to take a second finger. It was different from when it was just one. His fingers moved about and ticked the walls of my vagina, making me crazy as it felt itchy.

I made a lot of funny noises, but I do not remember much.

I could not understand my I was saying those things. My love was behind me but I wanted to see his face. So I cried out and turned to hug him.

Volker was smiling down at me; I hope he did not think I was being troublesome.

He’s really strong, I thought.

‘It can’t hurt anymore, please put it…’ I cried. This pleasant sensation took away sanity and physical strength.

‘It’s still no good,’ Volker gently replied. Volker had been tolerating for a long time, it should be painful for him. Has he been training to keep up his energy and strength there? No no, then I look bad if you have trained, it’s absolutely not good if only one side cannot stand it.

So, I was struggling with pulling out the power of my womanhood so I can accept Volker quickly and desperately becoming drunk with pleasure he was giving me. Especially since we have physical disparities, it might take me longer to get used to it than others.

Volker pulled out his three fingers and rubbed himself at my entrance, my consciousness which had been faint, remerged.

‘Fredericka, are you okay?’

Volker wiped away my sweat. His fearless face was coloured with sex appeal that burned into my retina. How are you making such an expression? The lustful feeling is not just in my crotch, it’s going up to my chest.

‘Volker…’

I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck and clung to him. He smelled of sweat and the forest; his unique scent.

‘I love you…’

‘Shall I put it in?’

Just as I nodded, a hot one was pressed down. A hot wedge came into me as if to divide me.

‘Ah…!’

My secret place that he’s spent so much time trying to prepare was screaming millimetre by millimetre.

I ended up filling my lungs with too much air.

Oh, it hurts!

‘Fredericka, are you okay?’

I don’t know if I would be okay! But Volker looks tense! It is because I have tightened in pain, do you think? He was enduring. Even when it he sweats, he still looks sexy, but now is not the time to be thinking of such things! But I don’t know what to do! What do I do to bring out my power? (Zuben: Grunt)

‘Fredericka, breathe...’

Volker smiled and kissed the tears that had erupted without me knowing.

Oh I want a kiss…

‘Volker, kiss me.’

After staring at me for a little while, Volker gave me a deep kiss. That alone relieved from the bottom of my heart, Volker is amazing.

With each other’s effort, I was able to hold Volker’s excellent figure in me while embracing each other. I felt so sweaty throughout my body but I am accepting bigger Volker in the crotch. I feel like my hip joints are awkward but I ignore it.

Finally, not an analogy of things, I am now truly one with Volker. The feeling of fullness is…

The happiness I felt warmed my heart, Volker was at my ear breathing hotly,

‘Oh Frederica, isn’t it painful?’

I nodded to Volker with watery eyes. It seems I would cry if I said something so I clung tightly to his neck instead. I love him.

Put your feelings in!

Volker answered with strengthening the grip of his hands around my back.

Oh it was hard, but I tried hard!

I felt full of feelings, but then I was overwhelmed by Volker asking me, ‘Do you mind if I move?’

Eee? What?

Move?

‘It’s a very, very…!’

Oh it’s gone! I thought reflexively, you told me to tell you if it was painful. I’m sorry I’m already full…I can’t say it again looking at Volker’s happy face, huh?

I am a woman.

Come on, Husband!

I was prepared.

I thought I was prepared, but there is more to it than that. I don’t know about the others, but is this usual? I certainly would like to know.

Volker caressed my body and moved my waist to make it get familiar with him to the point of looseness. As I gradually got used to him, the pain loosened its grip on me.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked. I nodded obediently.

‘It’s so nice, Volker ahn~ I love it…’

I meant to say, “You can move, I like Volker,” but I think it came out as “I like it, I feel comfortable there!”  Don’t take it to mean that!

Actually, I don’t know how Volker interpreted it, I guess it was patience?  I was loved thoroughly. He thrust at pretty hard in the place I said I like it especially.

I felt ashamed everytime I moaned loudly, but I feel like Volker was praising me about something with somewhat unfathomable words.

I’ve reached a couple of times with Volker inside me. It’s not bad but is it that you did not get a satisfactory pleasant feeling that he was doing it over and over? So he is persistently thrusting over and over. Or did I ask for it again and again?

After a few rounds of fellowship that night, I fainted a second time in front of Volker.
I’m sorry for being an inexperienced wife!

Index ♢Chapter 43-45