Word Count: 3,201
Tags: Vanilla, Hate Fuck, Couple, Fantasy, Interracial, Marriage, Virgin
Context: In a futuristic utopian world, Ivara, a girl from a poor background, is forced (by the government) to marry Leon, the youngest from one of the richest families in the world. Leon and Ivara had developed a strong hatred for each other all throughout high school, so it came as a shock that the government matched them to be married at the espousal ceremony for the students of their class after graduation. Before the story starts, Ivara had gone back to Leon’s family estate and met his disapproving parents.
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Leon dragged me out of the lounge, pulling on my arm with a devastating grip. As soon as we were out of sight of his parents, I began complaining,
“How can your parents be so cruel? Are they really mad just because you had to marry a poor girl who isn’t Japanese like you?”
“Shut up. They have a right to be upset. Our family’s blood has been pure since it started, I’m betting. We’ve never had a poor woman become a part of it either. They have a right to not approve of you. Besides, my mother isn’t half as upset as I expected. She’s giving you a chance to redeem yourself. If you grow to have the right manners, she might accept you,” Leon sneered, taking his family’s side.
“What makes you think I want to be accepted by your family? I didn’t even want to marry you!”
“Trust me, you’ll want to be accepted. They won’t have any problem going to intense lengths to keep you from the public if you don’t meet their standards soon.”
“Whatever,” I gave up, sighing “Can you let go of me? You’re hurting me!” He let go of my arm, pushing it away from him. We only walked a little further before he opened a door at the end of a hallway, forcefully pulling me into the room.
It was a large size, appearing to be even larger than the living room at the house I had grown up in my whole life. There was a bookcase by a set of large windows, which had a magnificent view of the capital city, lit up by what seemed like thousands of sparkling lights. There was a desk in another corner, littered with textbooks and notebooks. It gave me comfort to see someone of Leon’s status having such a messy workspace. There was a warm toned lamp lighting up the side of the huge, perfectly made bed.
“Is this your room?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered in a disinterested tone, “I want you to go take a shower.” He changed the topic, catching me off guard.
“Why? I just took one before I went to the ceremony!”
“Yeah, but we have better soap than your family, and I don’t really want to…” he trailed off, “Just take a shower, okay? Besides, there’s already something else for you to change into in the bathroom. It’s over there.” Leon nodded towards a door next to the desk. I suddenly knew what he was hinting at and felt a pit form in my stomach.
“Oh…” was the only thing I could muster before walking off, going into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I closed the door behind me. I already felt like I was unrecognizable. My dark brown hair fell around me effortlessly in delicate curls, no signs of frizziness, and I could see without my glasses, being aided by the contacts. My snow white skin gave off a radiance, and the dress I wore was the nicest I’ve ever had, showing off parts of my body that were hard to make out in my usual baggy clothing.
I looked at the white nightdress hung up on the hook behind me, noticing the sheer material of it. I sighed and took off my dress before tying up my hair with a hair tie I found on the marble counter and stepped into the shower. I let the hot water run over my skin for awhile before I carefully washed my whole body with the soap. It gave off a subtle, sweet scent of vanilla, but it wasn’t drying. By the time I was drying myself off, my skin felt more moisturized than usual. I undoubtedly felt more refreshed than before. However, my makeup didn’t budge one bit after the shower, holding true to its waterproof formula.
I heaved a heavy sigh as I finally took the nightdress off of the hanger and put it on. It hung around my thighs and felt light and airy, but somehow managed to hug my curves in the right areas too. I wasn’t sure how their family was able to guess my size, unless it was a lucky guess or it was someone else’s in the family who happened to be my size. I didn’t really want to think deeply about it, as there was a much more daunting issue to face.
I carefully hung up the dress I had worn to the ceremony on the hanger and took down my hair, fixing it before stepping back out into Leon’s room, shyly walking over to where he was now lounging on a couch, watching TV. His wavy white hair was draped over the edge, and he still had on his suit. Upon noticing my presence, he turned off the TV and stood up, approaching me. There was something different in his eyes than usual. He didn’t look disinterested or annoyed. They almost looked hungry as he took in my appearance, and it frightened me. I backed up the closer he came to me.
“Why are you running?” he asked, his voice much more hushed than usual.
“Why are you coming closer?” I responded, acting like I didn’t know why.
“You know what we have to do.”
“We don’t have to.” I could tell my face was showing signs of fear, and he lightly sighed. His dark eyes narrowed as he kept closing in. I felt my heart rate speed up as my back hit a wall. He trapped me before I could escape.
“Sure,” he finally answered, “I guess we don’t have to. My family has enough money to bribe the doctors into approving our ‘consummation’ but… maybe you should be honest with yourself, Ivara.” I hated the way my name effortlessly fell off the tip of his tongue. I hated that it made me feel warm, and the way his rich voice was making me excited.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked, struggling against him.
“I saw the face you made after we kissed to make our marriage official. You liked it, just admit it.”
“I did not!” I denied, “You just think that because you have so many fangirls!”
“Okay… then, I won’t get any sort of response if I kiss you right now?”
“No!” I insisted, struggling more. Despite my efforts, he was still much stronger than me, and I had no way of escaping his grasp without violence. He grabbed my chin and looked into my pleading eyes for a moment before covering my lips with his. I tried my best to act unphased, but his soft lips and shallow breaths as he kept kissing me was starting to make me feel dizzy. After a series of soft kisses, I gasped as he bit my bottom lip. After that, the kisses became much more hot and heavy, and before I could wrap my head around what was going on, our tongues were fighting each other and his hands were exploring every curve of my body, making me let out quiet whimpers. He finally broke away from my lips, leaving me huffing for air as I tried to clear my head.
“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, “Come on, let’s go to the bed.” His voice became more alluring and tempting. I could tell he was in a daze as much as I was, and he wanted to know more, just like me.
“Are you…” I trailed off, feeling shy, “Is there going to be proof to send the doctors?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I have something set up,” he answered, starting to pull me towards the bed with him. I felt embarrassed knowing that the first time I had sex would be recorded, but I comforted myself, knowing that millions of other people were doing the same thing. It was the law, and he even said that if I didn’t want to, he could easily bribe our doctors into approving our marriage officially, but I was curious. I couldn’t deny that he turned me on. I let him push me into the bed and let my eyes wander as he started stripping. His muscles were quite appealing, and as he kept undressing, I only got more curious. He stopped once all that was left were his pants and underwear. I tilted my head when he didn’t move to strip further.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pouting a little. He gave me a small smirk.
“You want to see me naked? Then, do it yourself.” I felt my cheeks flush deeply at his answer and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed before I slowly unbuckled his belt and took it off. I could see his hard on through his pants and got even more excited to see it as I pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear. I put a hand on his thigh and slowly reached up, looking up at him as I reached up further to start rubbing his cock through the fabric of his underwear. His expression instantly changed and before I could take it in, he pounced on me, leaving me on my back.
It was erotic in itself to take in Leon on top of me, and we simultaneously moved closer to each other, our lips crashing and our bodies grinding against each other. My fingers were weaving through his hair and all I could focus on was the smacking sound of our lips and the gasps we made in between kisses. Then, Leon broke away, his eyes full of hunger and fire as they looked over my body. He hurriedly took off my nightdress and tossed it away from the bed, leaving me completely naked. I moved to cover myself in embarrassment, but he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head as he examined my bare body.
“Your body is nice Ivara,” he complimented me. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly. It felt weird hearing a compliment coming from him, since he regularly put down my appearance.
“Really?” I quietly asked in response. He didn’t give me an answer, but leaned down and started to leave small kisses down my neck and chest. He then let go of my wrists and fondled my breasts with his hands. I let out more whimpers at the warm and comfortable feeling his hands provided me.
His tongue then began to twirl around my left nipple as his other hand kept massaging the other. I cried out, the sensitivity driving me crazy. I began writhing under him, unaccustomed to the feeling. He pulled away, giving me space to calm down.
“That feels kinda weird,” I complained. He tilted his head a little, seeming confused.
“Really? Haven’t you done it before?” I shook my head,
“No? Have you done this before?” Leon averted his eyes, seemingly answering the question for me. “Wait, you have?”
“It was just for practice,” he joked. Despite his lighthearted attitude about the subject, I felt even more nervous. He seemed to notice the change in my expression. “You mean you’re really a virgin? You never did anything with Azrial?”
“No!” I instantly answered, “I never even got to kiss him.”
“Oh? That kind of shocks me,” he averted his eyes for a moment before looking back into my eyes. “I guess that means I get to be the one that makes you a woman, huh?” Despite the insecurity I was feeling, his dark eyes lured me in, and I felt as if I could get lost in them.
I tore my eyes away from him and peered down at his underwear, still fit to his body and showing his erection. I ran my hand down the length of his chest and stomach before rubbing his cock through the material once more, getting more aroused as his hips started to move in rhythm to my hand and hearing his heavy breathing. I looked back up at him, keeping eye contact with him the whole time, trying to give off the confidence I didn’t have. I then stopped for a moment, reaching down with both of my hands to slide his underwear off of him. I took in the sight of his cock as it sprung from the tight material, starting to massage it in my hand as it throbbed.
It didn’t seem very big in length, but I could hardly fit my hand around it from its girth. The way the foreskin wrapped around the head as I gave him a handjob intrigued me. It didn’t look bad or ugly to me, as some girls claimed all cocks did. It looked pleasing in my eyes, and I felt the tingling sensation between my legs grow even more intense, almost like it was burning. I let go of his cock and saw it throb, already missing my touch. I met his eyes again and gave him a smirk before pulling him closer to my body.
I could feel his warm cock between the lips of my pussy, and as he started grinding between them, I felt a desperation I never had before. I wanted to be stretched out. I wanted to know what it felt like to be connected with him. I wanted all of him inside of me, and I wanted to wrap myself around him completely. I started whimpering and whining, my curiosity and desperation at its peak.
“You seem like you’re ready,” Leon said, his breathing already labored.
“Yeah,” I answered, “I want to know what it feels like.”
“Are you ready?” He met my eyes, looking for confirmation. I nodded, wrapping my arms around his back and trying to relax.
Getting my approval, he repositioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed himself in. I gasped and felt my nails digging into his back as he continued. Tears stung in my eyes from the pain, but I tried to conceal it. I heard him let out a heavy, satisfied sigh as he came to a halt, finally completely inside me.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he breathed, “Do you feel okay?”
“Y-yeah,” I answered, despite the sharp pain that was just coursing through me.
“Can I move?”
“Yeah.” The pain began again as he started thrusting in and out of me. I felt completely raw, and my nails only dug into him more. Unfortunately, it only spurred him on more as he started going faster in response. Tears started streaming down my face and he finally noticed, slowing to a stop.
“Does it hurt?” He asked between his heavy breaths. I nodded. He held the side of my face and leaned down, softly kissing away the tears away on my face.
Despite our history, it was hard to hate him in a moment like this, and it almost seemed like he was fond of me. Even though I knew that wasn’t the case, whenever we were connected like this, it was almost like our usual hatred disappeared. I was pleasantly surprised that he was being so nice and adjusting so that I could be as comfortable as possible. He then leaned up a little, dragging one of my arms off of his back and intertwining his fingers with mine.
“I’m going to start again,” he said, “If the pain becomes unbearable, I want you to bite my lip.” I nodded in response and he covered my mouth with his, effortlessly slipping his tongue between my lips before starting to move again.
However, the pain wasn’t as sharp as it felt before, and it had turned into a numbing pain that was becoming less and less noticeable as time passed. My hand naturally squeezed his as I began to feel a light pleasure take form, and my voice started to escape between our kisses. He leaned back up, his thrusts becoming slower again, as if he was going to pause again.
“Don’t stop,” I complained. I wrapped both of my arms around his back again, now desperate for his movements. “I want more,” I begged. He let out a small moan and did as I said, picking his speed back up. “Fuck,” I squealed, unable to contain the immense amount of pleasure I was now feeling.
“Your voice is so cute. Keep moaning like that,” he said, his thrusts becoming more rough. I moaned louder and my back arched in response. I couldn’t focus on any concrete thoughts, and hearing Leon’s rich moans only clouded my mind into obscurity.
My hands reached up from his back, starting to tangle in his hair and pull at it. His hands made their way to my hips and held me still as he mercilessly fucked me. The pain started to come back, but it wasn’t a sharp pain like before, it was a throbbing pain that felt good. My voice turned from velvety moans to desperate cries.
“Your voice turns me on so much, fuck,” Leon said between his own moans, “I wanna hear you say my name.”
“Leon,” I moaned out, holding onto him as tight as possible, “I’m going crazy Leon. I can’t think.”
“Good. You don’t need to think about anything besides how you belong to me now. You’re mine.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours Leon.” The moan that escaped from him afterwards was nothing short of animalistic and his grip on me tightened so much that I let out a yelp. I started to quiver and knew that I was close to cumming. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum Leon,” I warned him. His pace didn’t grow any faster, but it became more constant and steady than before.
“Cum for me then,” he ordered. His consistent thrusting quickly sent me into orgasm and my mind went completely blank as I moaned out, feeling myself contracting around his cock while he kept moving. “Fuck!” He moaned, “I’m cumming.” After a few thrusts, he rammed into me once more and let out a deafening moan right next to my ear. I jerked in surprise, but it gave me satisfaction knowing that it felt so good to him.
I didn’t feel much as he emptied his cum inside of me, only the warmth and the subtle throbbing of his cock. After he had calmed down his breathing, he pulled out of me and I felt some of his cum drip out of me. My face was completely red and my body had broken out into a light sweat. It took me awhile before I could completely come down from my high, and by the time I did, he was fast asleep.
I only turned over, facing away from him and staring at the wall, illuminated by the moonlight that was filtering through the window. I didn’t feel taken advantage of, but I knew my mind was in chaos and conflicting with itself. It seems like we really might be compatible sexually, but I know it may never translate that way romantically. I couldn’t fall asleep for hours, and all I could think about was the possibility that our marriage may only ever be happy sexually. After what seemed like forever, my mind finally tired enough to allow me some sleep.
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