"No, I can't!" Elowan screamed, clenching her head in her hands. Tears worked their way down her face, fat blobs of saltwater dripping silently onto the floor. "Do you think I would be here if I could leave? Do you think I'm just sticking around for fun? NO!" The 'No' bellowed out of her, the roar of a wounded animal more than the exclamation of a scared girl. Her voice softened, infected with a terror she could no longer hold back. "No! My parents will kill me if I don't go with you. Don't you understand? They'll! Kill! Me! I don't have any choices here. I don't have anything."
Crystal looks up when the other let out a eagerly but yet sorrow filled cry. She starts in surprise before biting her lip and sighing quietly. "I didn't know…" She whispers. Slowly she laid back and spreads herself out. "If th-that's the reason… Just do it… Get it over with…" She clenched her eyes shut. "I don't want you to get hurt because of my arrogance." She whispers. She shut her eyes. She was losing herself to a person who didn't have a single ounce of compassion towards her.
Elowan clenched and unclenched her fists, taking in the new information. It made sense that Crystal didn't know. Nobody wanted to reveal that their daughter wasn't the sheep she was raised to be. Nobody wanted to reveal that they couldn't beat the disobedience out of their only child. The gods knew her parents had tried. When Crystal laid herself down, Elowan huffed disapprovingly, pulling the girl back to her knees.
"I have to be the one to…to take it," she explained, spreading herself in front of her new wife. She was just a gift, the diplomatic version of a stack of gold. Crystal was the one receiving the gift. She was the one who got the power. She just hoped Crystal knew what she was doing. Sex with inexperienced people hurt like a bitch.
Crystal looked down at the other. She had been educated, yes. She knew how to do it, but… She hesitated. She hesitated because she didn't want to use the woman in front of her. "I-in my country…" She whispers. "Women are never treated this way… This is wrong…" She whispers. Gojng back home, taking a woman without her consent, could kead yku to a punishment worse than death. She tenderly touched Elowan's cheek.
Elowan leaned away from the touch. It reminded her of the second time she'd had sex. The guy put his hand over her mouth to make her shut up. Said she talked too much. She let out a deep breath, thinking about the maids of the palace. The maids who, while they never admitted anything, all obtained a certain look of resigned horror whenever the king asked them to dust his room that night.
"In my country," she hissed, forcing herself to relax. This would be unpleasent for both of them if she was too tense. "We do this every day."
She looks at the other before shaking her head and pulling away. She takes a trembling breath. She couldn't do this. She just couldn't. She refused to. But she knew if she didn't Elowan would get her. She trembles and shakes her head. How could she do it? How? Slowly. Slowly she looks over at the other. "I can't…" He voice was tiny and broken.
Elowan let a breath force it's way out of her lungs. It shook through the empty room. Of fucking course, she couldn't do it. Why would she be able to save her wife? "What is it? Do you need me to pretend to like this? Would that help you?" She spread her legs farther, letting the stupid nightgown slip farther up her thighs. She could pretend. Pretending was easy. She didn't know why she felt so awful about the suggestion.
Crystal laughed softly, shaking her head. "You don't like it. It's something that you would never want from me. You've loathed me since the second we met." She mutters. "I could see it. I don't blame you for loathing me. I took you from a place you know, married you and now we're returning back to my kingdom in the morning." She mutters. She looks up. "If I left markings, but didn't actually do anything, would that be convincing enough for your father?" She whispered.
Elowan thought about it, mind clouded with relief. She didn't have to fuck a near perfect stranger. Just let her nibble on her neck for a bit. Her parents would be looking for signs of her supposed lost virginity, and a swirl of bruises on her neck would certainly prove that she had done something. "They should do," She said, pulling herself to her knees. She tilted her head to the side, giving Crystal plenty of blank skin to bruise up.
Crystal watched the other think, biting her lip. She nods and takes a deep breath, gently placing her lips to Elowan's neck. As much as she didn't want to do it, as much as she didn't want to take part of this, she carefully nibbled at the others skin, leaving a few marks here and there. She left a small mark above her chest, just to be safe. Once done, she pulled away and nodded before sitting on the edge of the bed. She takes a deep breath and tries to relax.
Elowan ran a hand over her neck, pressing lightly on the marks. Not one of them was dark enough. Wives were supposed to be taken harshly. It was a show of force. Something one did to prove who had all the power in the situation. "You need to make these dark," She explained, casually scratching a hand down her shoulder. It would help her seem more hurt. Like she'd been truly taken advantage of.
Crystal looks at Elowan as she ran her hands down the marks. Biting her lip, she slowly nods and leans forward, darkening them, bruising the skin. She didn't enjoy doing this, but she tried her hardest to make sure the other would be safe from her parents wrath. She takes a breath and pulls away. "Anything else?"
Elowan breathed heavily. The feeling of lips on her neck was unpleasant and her skin prickled with the legs of a thousand invisible spiders when Crystal was done. When she tested the bruises this time, they were deep enough. More than enough actually. Even without pressing on them, she could feel them sinking into her skin. "Scratch my back. Hard." Scratches on her back could be easily covered by a dress but would ensure that whichever servant came to grab them would know something was going on.
Crystal nods, taking a small breath, not wanting to do any of this, but she obeyed and shifted towards Elowans back, gently tugging on her robe. "I…" She shuts her mouth before taking a quiet breath and trying to keep calm. "Are you sure?" She mutters.
Elowan breathed deeply through her nose. "Yes, I am sure. Scratch me." She pulled the small strap of her dress off her shoulder, leaving it open and vulnerable. At least her scar tissue would keep her from feeling this too much. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the feeling of nails down her back. Although she was used to pain, being hurt was never pleasant.
She nods slowly, her finger gently tracing the scarred tissue down the others back. She bits her lip, not wanting to cause pain to the other before she dug her nails into Elowans back and racked them down, leaving dark red welts in Elowans skin. She pulls her hand away. Crystal bites her lip before looking at the other, her hands trembling. "Was that okay?" She asks softly.
Elowan let out a small huff when Crystal pulled a hand down her back. It didn't hurt much at all, although it had left a trail of impressive welts. She wondered why Crystal was so clearly distressed by this. She was the one who took the scratch. She was the one who was being forced away from her only home. She was the one completely under someone else's control. "It's just pain. I'm fine. Muss up your hair." Elowan ruffled her own hair as she said that, tossing it until she looked freshly fucked.
Crystal didn't want to do this mainly due to the fact that she was forcing pain on another person. She ruffles her hair, sighing quietly. She wanted to return home and stand beside her mother. She takes a slow breath before looking over at Elowan. Despite the marks, despite the welts, despite the ruffled hair, Elowan still looked gorgeous. Crystal bit her lip. She never wanted Elowan to marry her unless she loved Crystal, and obviously, there was going to be no chemistry between the two.
Elowan laid herself down. The bed was comfortable even without any covers or pillows. The bed was comfortable and she realized she was exhausted. She'd trained heavily last night, taking the time to perfect her footwork so she could best the knights at swordplay. At the time it seemed like a worthy use of her night. Now she was exhausted. She pillowed her arms under her head and tried her best to fall asleep alongside her new wife.
Crystal watched the other fall asleep. She unfortunately was not as lucky. Her home was under the threat of war, her mother was dying, and she was here, getting married. She sighs, fumbling with her fingers, not wanting anymore of this. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in her own bed and just relax. She settled down, but stared at the ceiling. Crystal looked at Elowan before turning away from her and shutting her eyes, her dreams plagued by nightmares.
Elowan woke from her blessedly dreamless sleep when the servant knocked on the door. She pulled herself out of bed, opening the door just a crack so he could pass two dresses through the door. Hers was green and black. Green for luck, black for mourning. She didn't know what she was supposed to be mourning but she always felt it was the loss of her country. She belonged to her wife now, which meant she was a citizen of her own country. The other dress had been sent from her wife's country and as such she didn't know what it meant.
Crystal woke slowly, shaking her head as she does so. She mumbles a few things about mornings and being tired of having to wake up. She gets up and looks at the dress. It was long, prepared for her. She smiled a little. The red represented a warrior, the white for purity and victory. She slips the dress on, but she couldn't wait to get back to her home so she could were her regular clothing that didn't hurt like a bitch.
(Sorry I didn't respond earlier, my computer freaked the fuck out!)
Elowan yanked off her shift. She never wanted to wear that piece of shit again. She shrugged on her dress, grateful that her parents had the foresight not to include a corset. The waist was uncomfortably fitted, but it was still more comfortable than the standard fare. "Dress. We leave in 10 minutes." Elowan wondered what would happen after they were shoved together into a carriage. After the ride tey were staying in a secluded house in Crystal's country. She knew nothing beyond that.
Crystal nods, dressing quickly. She looks at herself before taking a deep breath. She knew it was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but she just wanted to get home and help her country prepare for war. Her mother was dying so her job was to get married, have allies, and hopefully win a war. She bowed her head, looking down at her dress. She shook her head before looking towards her wife. "I'm sorry, but once we get to my country I have to prepare for war." She says. "Our honeymoon or whatever the hell it is will not happen."
Elowan suppressed a grin. War was a good distraction, one that would protect her from any power her wife might try to muster over her. She steeled herself, crushing her joy down. War was a serious occasion, one that was no match for her petty glee. She wondered if she would be expected to help lead. She knew the arts of war, however reluctantly. She'd prefer to be fighting on the frontlines tan hiding behind a ro of soldiers. "Will I be helping you lead?"
