Page 19 of The Cordial Bride

Ian was happy to oblige.

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Ian was not so lust-driven that he couldn’t appreciate how his assigned quarters had been decked out in a romantic way. The room was filled with flowers of various kinds, and red rose petals had been strewn across the bed. The bedding, including the canopy, had been replaced, as well. Gone were the muted brown ones, replaced by sparkling white. The contrast between the comforter and the petals was stark—and not very subtle. It was based on the primitive notion that a bride was going to be shed of her virginity with the spilling of some blood. While Calan’s purity was not in question, the boy would only bleed if Ian let his lust overtake his caution. That was not going to happen, even though his cock strained and ached with the need to fill his bride’s ass. He was a master of control, and that mattered more now than it ever had before.

“It’s all so beautiful.” Calan looked at him with pure joy. “I never expected to have a bridal room in my life. Thank you.”

“As much as I love your appreciation, I can’t claim credit for any of this.” Ian closed the gap between them and gave his bride a chaste kiss. At Calan’s whimper of disappointment, Ian chuckled. “I dare not do more at this point. Your clothing is lovely, and I wouldn’t want it to be ruined by my need to get my hands on you.”

Calan’s entire face, and even his neck, pinked up, a typical reaction that Ian adored. “I feel equally enthusiastic, my lord. Let me tend to my disrobement myself…and quickly.” The boy did not waste time, although the first thing he did was tie his wedding bouquet upside-down to a drawer handle. “It’s to dry it out so that I can preserve it.” He wrinkled his nose. “I’m supposed to keep it in our bedroom to promote fertility. It’s silly in my case, obviously.”

Sensing an underlying concern, Ian felt obligated to respond. “I think that’s a sweet tradition, one that I would love for you to observe. It doesn’t matter that we can never have children. Don’t ever worry on that account. Amalie will make a great countess when the time comes, and I am more content with that result.”

“I know, and I can’t say I’m disappointed myself about not fathering children. I do better with animals than people.” He carefully undid his sash and laid it on the chest of drawers. “I can get a dog of my own though, right?”

“As many as you want, my dear.”

“That’s all I want, then. Well, not all…” he added as he stripped off his shoes. Then came his trousers and finally he lifted his tunic over his head, revealing his slender, hard cock jutting out from his groin. He stood tall and unabashed. “I’m ready for you. I mean really ready. My channel is coated with a cream that will make the passage of your cock easy. There’s more over on the nightstand.”

Ian didn’t shift his gaze, mesmerized by the sight of his bride and the words of how eager the boy had been for this moment. He wouldn’t have thought anything could make him want Calan more. He’d have been wrong, and with a silent apology to his tailor, he ripped his clothes off.

Chapter Seven

Calan quivered with anticipation as he watched his husband’s clothes fly away. It was hard to wrap his mind around the idea that he was now married and would soon be leaving his home in Shadow Valley for a new one in Moorcondia. He worried he wouldn’t be able to make the transition well and that his life would be curtailed in ways that even his aunt hadn’t imposed. But those high-level considerations aside, the one thing he knew for certainty was that he was ready to be bedded by this man. He was glad that his earlier efforts to get a lover had failed. It was right and proper that his innocence was Ian’s to take. His well-lubricated hole clenched at the sight of the man’s long, thick cock. But this was nothing new. He’d seen Ian naked before and so wasn’t surprised by what was coming. Ian would be careful and better yet, make it good for him. There was no doubt of that in Calan’s mind. He wasn’t going to hesitate giving himself completely to this man.

When Ian stalked over to him. Calan braced for a passionate embrace. Instead, he got a slew of chaste kisses along his lips and jawline while his husband ran his fingers lightly down Calan’s arms. His skin got goosebumps from the touch, and he shivered. When their hard dicks bumped, he gasped and leaned into Ian for more contact. His effort was thwarted by Ian picking him up and cradling him in his strong arms, as if Calan weighed nothing more than his wedding bouquet. There was more kissing along the way, but nothing as passionate as Calan longed for. Ian managed to tear back the comforter and put one knee on the side of the bed and lay Calan in the middle on the cool sheets. Calan grasped hold of the man’s arms, determined to keep him close. He needn’t have worried. His husband followed him down and covered his body with his own.

Ian’s weight was nearly crushing, but Calan didn’t mind. He liked the feeling of being mastered by this man. And the position allowed their cocks to slip and slide along each other. Sparks of pleasure made him groan and arch into Ian’s embrace. He undulated his hips to increase the friction. The simple contact threatened to make him come. That was fine by him. Calan had no doubt that this night would bring many orgasms. One little one at the beginning would help take the edge off.

His husband had other ideas, however. Lifting off him, Ian held Calan flush against the bedding by holding his shoulders down. He straddled Calan by his waist, keeping their dicks apart. When Calan tried to buck up, the maddening man clamped his knees against Calan’s sides, anchoring him more to the spot. Trapped, he could only frown and moan out his frustration. Ian’s low chuckle floated over him. And the kissing continued, traveling along his jaw and over to his earlobe. Ian took it in his teeth and scraped along the soft tissue. Calan gasped at the unexpected pleasure that small aggression gave him. His cock jerked, and his hole spasmed.

“So responsive. So eager.” Ian licked and nipped along Calan’s collarbone. “I love that about you.”

The sound of that loaded word—love—made Calan’s heart stutter. He put it aside, knowing that in the throes of passion, it didn’t mean anything. His husband simply enjoyed having an eager bed mate to mount. If that, plus companionship, was the most they would get out of their marriage, it would be enough. A small voice in the back of his head disagreed. He ignored it and focused on the ripples of pleasure coursing through his body as Ian made his way to his bobbing dick. The man nuzzled it first, with small touches and soft rubbing that nevertheless drove Calan wild. Then Ian licked a stripe from base to cockhead, tickling the bundle of nerves under it, before swallowing the shaft whole.

Calan arched into his husband’s mouth. “Oh, Ian! Yes, please, more of that.”

There was another chuckle, this time along Calan’s shaft. He felt the vibrations down to his balls. He grabbed hold of his husband’s head and clutched at his hair. When the man slid his hand between Calan’s thighs and pressed a finger past his hole, he cried out. Ian swallowed around his cock and that, in combination with how the finger dragged across his sensitive spot, sent Calan spiraling into a climax. He shimmied and clenched both his hole and his own fingers around the sheet, keeping the man inside from leaving him and shoving his dick as far down Ian’s throat as possible.

Ian stayed with him until the last shudders eased. Of course, he did. The man was a wonderful and generous lover. He worked Calan’s shaft with his tongue as he pulled off it, but he kept his finger pressed deep inside his ass, thrusting slowly. For long seconds, Calan couldn’t do more than lie there, panting and with his arms spread out. He continued to let his husband do as he wanted. I’m his to play with however he wants. He didn’t resist when Ian used first one knee, then the other, to spread Calan’s legs wide. Calan raised his heels without being asked, to plant the sole of each foot flat on the bed and give his husband better access to his ass.

“You are so clever—and brave and beautiful,” Ian whispered, his voice thick. “I won’t last long once I’m inside you.”

Thrilled at the notion that he had such a strong effect on the man, Calan gave a lazy smile and opened his eyes. The intensity he saw shining through Ian’s as he stared back at him made him bold. Squeezing his hole as tightly as he could to capture the man’s finger, he said, “I won’t mind. We have all night. Please mount me, husband.”

Ian bared his teeth and moaned. In that glorious moment, he seemed to be reduced to being an animal, one determined to claim his mate. He pulled out his finger, a potential disappointment, except it was apparently only so that he could reach over to grab the pot of cream. With his gaze re-fixed on Calan, Ian slathered the lubricant over his cock.

Ian pushed the back of Calan’s legs to expose him even more before sliding closer to his ass. “I will take this slow, my dear.” His voice conveyed how much strain he was under.

“I don’t want that.” To emphasize his point, Calan clasped his own knees and pulled his legs as close to his shoulders as he could get, bowing his body and freeing Ian’s hands for better use.

Calan forced his eyes to stay open so that he could see his husband’s face as that massive cock pressed against Calan’s hole. The breech made his breath catch—the way it stretched him wider than any fingers had ever done. But instead of pulling away, Calan pushed out with his sphincter muscles, something he’d heard could make it easier for Ian’s cock to get in deeper. The man’s nostrils flared, and he slid his hands under Calan’s ass in order to cradle his hips. With that as leverage, Ian slid his cock farther and farther until his large balls smacked against Calan’s backside. The feeling of fullness was both strange and wonderous. This was what it meant to be conquered by one’s husband. Calan closed his eyes and savored the way the man’s cock pressed against the soft tissue of his channel. When Ian remained still, Calan gripped the shaft with deliberate spasms in silent invitation to fuck him.

Being a clever man, Ian understood. He began to thrust, slowly at first, but something inside Calan’s ass snapped. That which had been tight, loosened, giving his husband easy access. With the vague discomfort of being stuffed dissipating, Calan relaxed into the sensations of that marvelous dick rubbing his prostate. His dick hardened, and he came again almost immediately. Such was the power his husband had to bring him pleasure. With a cry that probably could be heard all over Shadow Valley, Calan reared up. He was met with a louder, deeper groan, Ian’s warm breath bathing his face. Warmth splashed deep inside his ass, and a whimsical thought flashed through his mind. If I could get pregnant, that would do it. Ian’s seed was planted in fallow ground, but Calan knew that it was there. And in that moment, he also accepted that he was in love with his husband.

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Calan sipped at the cup of wine his husband held to his lips. They were sprawled against the mound of pillows, satiated from their lovemaking…for the moment. Ian was already half-aroused, and despite—or perhaps because of—the delicious ache inside his ass, Calan knew he’d be eager to be mounted again soon. The way his husband roamed his hands up and down Calan’s chest, it was a guarantee. Such simple caresses were both soothing and arousing. He shook his head when Ian offered him more to drink. It would be too easy to slip off to sleep from the wine, and he wanted to savor as much of the night as he could.

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