19 failed betrothals. All failed on the wedding night and annulled due to failure to consummate. 19 failed alliances.
Elsveth was the most sought after woman this side of the globe. A tiny thing with a figure neither corset nor skirts could embellish. There was little difference between her frame and that glass containing the sands of time. Dark coils framed her face and fell around her and down to a most shapely bottom. Despite her astounding beauty her father still could not find a 20th well bred man willing to marry his eldest daughter. And yet he had four more to marry off after her and so a plan was devised.
On a warm spring day Elsveth was sent on a carriage ride. To her knowledge it was to meet her 20th beloved; a prince from a small kingdom. Which was half true. The entire truth was that her father had arranged a most beneficial alliance with the ogres. A clan of human like beings who stood a height and a half of the tallest man and wreaked havoc on livestock whenever the mood took them. He had given over a princess for their protection.
It had all happened so fast for Elsveth. Married to the queen’s son(the result of a dalliance with a human) Herm as soon as she arrived. And now she sat naked in his bed. He looked like a man if not too tall. A runt compared to all others she’d met.
“Spread your legs wide and recline, wife.” He new husband had entered the room in only pants.
She obeyed, ready to go home after he discovered she was of no use to him. Elsveth wondered if he would cry like some of the others did.
He put a finger inside of her. Herm could not feel anything but wetness. Not even her walls. Another finger and the same. And then another.
When he added his pinky finger Elsveth stirred and finally he felt her walls.
“Wife I seem to have found your problem. You were meant for much larger things.”
Elsveth blushed and as his entire fist slid into her she moaned. Never had she felt so fulfilled as when Herm pumped his hand in and out of her. That was until he started pulling his hand out of her entirely and punching it back in. Sometimes twisting his hand.
“Well wife I do believe this shall be satisfying for the both of us.” Herm announced dropping his pants and revealing the ogre part of him. It looked as though a grown man’s calf rested between his legs
He settled between her thighs and began entering her. But with this girth Elsveth and her unusually loose vagina had met it’s match. Though she did long to please Herm as he did her.
She opened her legs as wide as she could. And though it was a struggle at first she felt accomplished watching this large manhood begin sliding in and out of her with ease. And when he unleashed inside of her Elsveth felt full and complete.
Throughout the night the newlyweds consummated multiple times. Two fists to commemorate their second time. That time with Elsveth on all fours in front of her husband. Backing into his fists. And at the end of the night Herm gripped his manhood and entered her that way. Marveling at how loose his wife could become.
The two barely left their chambers the first year of marriage and lived happily ever after.
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