Tale of the Century Bride Complete: Historical Vampire Paranormal Romance Box Set (7 page)

Catherine was a good woman and wanted nothing more than to please her husband. Count August came from a very good family and was a complete gentleman. She was, of course, still a virgin. Only the peasants and commoners did it out of wedlock. Her mother and older friends had told her about the ways to give pleasure to a man, but she was still very nervous.

She and August had kissed many times, but he had never tried anything untoward. She did however often get the wet feeling between her legs, the excitement of a young woman. Her desire for him was immense.

“I promise to make you the best wife ever, August,” she told him as she looked directly into his eyes. “I will do my best to pleasure you.”

August smiled and held her. He knew she was just young and not yet trained in the ways of the world. He was a gentleman, that is true, but he had experienced the touch of a woman before, many times. But to Catherine he would stay true, for he loved her dearly. She was so innocent and pretty, with wide eyes that took in every wonder. Her long sandy brown hair took the edge off of her childhood and gave her the air of a woman.

The were seen to their room that night by the servants, who brought them wine and food as they retired to their quarters. Catherine went to change out of her beautiful dress, and she slipped into a slim silk nightdress given to her by her mother. She spent a long time changing, full of trepidation of what was to come.

When she entered the room, August was completely naked, having a glass of wine. She looked in wonder at his penis. It didn’t look all that big, she thought to herself.

“You look so beautiful darling,” he said as he kissed her. She could feel herself getting excited in anticipation.

She knew that she should start doing some of the things her mother had told her. August touched her nipples through the fabric of her silk dress. Instantly they sprang to attention. The hardness shown through the thin fabric. He brushed his lips against them. Despite being completely nervous, she reached down and took hold of his cock. It was growing bigger and bigger, and fast. Suddenly it was 3 times the size as before. Now she thought it was big.

“Taste it, darling,” August said, guiding her gently to her knees.

Part was her mothers teaching, part was instinct. She took as much of him as she could fit into her mouth

“Oh… you are a princess, indeed my lady,” August said. He had a hold of her hair and was gently thrusting his cock into her mouth.

He guided her up by her arms and whispered that he loved her into her ear.

“Are you ready my love?” he said, turning her around.

She could feel his hardness up against her backside. He smoothly pushed her upper body forward and ran his fingers between her legs. She was wet and he knew she was ready. He slowly eased himself inside her. August was big, more than 8 inches fully erect, so he knew that he had to take his virgin wife slowly.

Catherine let out a little yelp at first, at the surprise and pain mixing together. But after a few minutes, she began to feel a pleasure like she had never experienced before. She was loving the feeling. She began to push back with his every thrust, getting him deeper inside her.

All at once her knees became weak and her legs started to shake. She had just had the most intense rush of pleasure ever. August was panting behind her, his motions getting quicker every second.

“It won’t do for you to be with child so young,” said August, and he suddenly pulled himself from her. She felt a warm liquid cover the back of her dress and drip down between the cheeks of her ass. She knew instinctively that she had just pleasured her man.

He spun her around and kissed her deeply, her silk nightdress dropping down and getting covered in semen. As their honeymoon wore on, Catherine learned more and more about how to please him, and he in turn made sure that she was pleasured also.

Catherine and the Count arrived at the castle’s outer gate not long after the tribute ceremony was over and demounted their mares before they entered the cold, stone walls. August wanted her to see the entire castle, right there from the start – the castle, the rock outer wall and the barbicans loomed large over her now – larger than she had initially imagined they would be.

It was a clear night, yet her heart dropped when she’d actually witnessed the inner furnishings of the castle for herself first hand. Her new home was at the top of the mountain, looking very much like a cold and unforgiving rock fortress. Inside the dark walls, torches were lit on all sides, aligned in rows of five.

Though they were now inside the main courtyard, where two gardens had once been on each side, there was now no resemblance of life – anywhere. From where she now stood she could easily view the long deserted guardhouses, the stables, the blacksmith’s area, the soldier’s quarters and even the dry well at the courtyard’s center. Life was no where to be found inside these walls, save for her. It was very unsettling.

“August,” she said to her new husband. “This place… it scares me.”

“How so, dearest?” he asked his new bride.

“There are no others here?” she asked.

“No my love. Until tonight, only I have lived here for the last few decades.” He stopped. “But now that you have arrived, I trust that life will soon resonate from within these long, quiet walls. I imagine the castle needs a bit of fixing up, but as for me, this is what I have called home for centuries. But as you wish, I will procure, my lady.”

Catherine gently placed an open hand against her husband’s rugged face and slowly brushed across. “This…” She looked around as if she were searching for the right word to utter. She did not want to hurt her king’s feelings. Finally she said, “This stronghold… needs a woman’s touch.”

He kissed her fingers, grabbed her hand, turned it over and said, “Anything you wish, my young fierce eagle…”

They continued to stroll through the castle’s desolate courtyard. Upon entering the main hall, Catherine noticed something even more peculiar. There were no paintings of previous heirs, in fact, no decorations of any kind, but most importantly of all, there was no furniture of any kind. The place was desolate and empty. There was a large fire burning in a pit toward the end of the hall and several mounted torches scattered about the castle, but the entire area was cold. Catherine had not expected this.

She caught a chill as she stood there, looking around her new home. “Count, I am a little hungry, is there even food here?” she asked.

August snickered to himself.

In the past, all his preceding wives provided sustenance for themselves. In fact, he did not even spend much time with them at all. In many ways, these tribute brides were more of a sacrifice delivered by the townsfolk to make them feel comfortable and safe. But Catherine, he could sense already that she was extremely different from the other brides.

She was extremely considerate concerning her new arrangement. A hunter herself, he knew she was fully capable of seeking out her own nourishment, but now that she was betrothed to him, tradition would have it that her husband would provide to all of her necessities. And this fact excited him greatly.

Catherine stepped away from August momentarily, envisioning the castle as she would want it to be. Long burgundy drapes with gold trim garnished the walls, paintings of August and herself could be seen in many places, servants in traditional clothing carrying platters of fruits, sweets and fine wines, knights in shining armor, her mother and sisters – all were there to share in her happiness.

“So, what will you do my handsome husband? What will you do to please me?” Catherine asked.

August picked up a torch and handed it to her. “Wait for me there,” he said, pointing to a room just ahead and to the right.

“But… where are you going?”

“I will return soon.”

“You’re going to leave me… in here… alone, on our wedding night?”

“But what of your biddings, my dear, and your needs that must be fulfilled?”

“I would not be able to spend the night in this immense castle by myself. Can it all wait until the morning?” She asked with a chill running up her spine.

“Was that a jest?” August asked. It was obvious he did not yet know her sense of humor.

“How silly of me,” Catherine laughed. “No, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I must be the worst bride ever.”

“No my lady, the best,” said August.

Her heart skipped a beat. She could not believe what she had just heard, and her cheeks swelled to a ripening blush. “You’re just saying that.”

“I couldn’t be more serious, my lady,” he said. “If you’re not satisfied with the current upkeep, I will have it changed before daylight.” Then he drew her in close and proceeded toward the stairs.

“Please… tell me you at least have a bed.” she said.

He shook his head in the negative. Not because he didn’t have a bed of sorts for her to rest upon, but because the thoughts of this new start was already proving to be one of the most challenging feats he’d ever had to do in the past few centuries.

Weeks went by.

During those first few weeks of married life there wasn’t a single thing that Catherine would not receive if she made the effort to ask for it. August’s devotion to her was laser focused and immense. It was his duty to provide for her and he did so with an unusual devotion, one that she would have never expected from the Count. Weeks had passed before she asked for the one thing she had wanted all along, the company of her family.

As usual, Catherine had awoken that next morning with the rising of the sun. Eager for the arrival of her mother, sisters and best friend, Rose, she quickly dressed and headed to the main hall where she was soon met by Alice and Cored as usual. She was looking forward to the arrival of her family and friends, daydreaming of her family, though danger loomed over their visit with the possibility of a severe storm on its way to their village and castle.

Well, the children did not exactly meet her. What they actually did was surprise her. Simultaneously, as she reached the last step, the twins jumped from both sides of the castle walls with a lion’s roar that echoed throughout the open area. It was a roar that turned curious heads to witness the playful event after it had occurred.

The twins hands were out, fingers formed into tiger claws. It actually looked more like they were struck with a bad case of arthritis, or some crippling disease of some sort as they reached for her in mock rage. That was until she broke out in laughter at the sight of them in action.

“And good morning to the both of you, you little lions” Catherine said to the twins as she stepped from off the final step.

“Hah! We scared you, we scared you!” Alice said proudly in her sing song fashion, as her brother skipped about the two of them.

“Countess, I wish you could see the look on your face,” Cored giggled, grinning wildly from ear to ear. It was obvious he was ecstatic about Catherine’s response to the morning greeting from the twins.

The twins were obviously ready for the new day to start. Catherine was a great actress when interacting with these kids and she did have a look of surprise sketched across her face. Her eyes were much larger than normal and her mouth was wide open, playing along with their antics as she’d always done. They were good kids and Catherine truly enjoyed having them around.

Catherine was a bit distracted in her thoughts of the new arrivals soon to come, but she still took the time to place her hands upon her hips and tilt her head back with laughter, sharing a fun moment with the smallest members of her castle clan. Catherine admitted to the youngsters that she had a good scare and then she hugged them both before making her way on out to the courtyard. As she walked on, the twins joined her, one on each side.

“What will we be doing today, Lady Catherine?” Alice questioned as the threesome walked along, hand in hand.

“Well, soon my mother should be on her way to the castle to join us all. And I know she would love to meet up with you two.” Catherine said. Then she looked up to the dark clouds off in the southern air. They were still growing near, but it seemed they had shifted in speed, now moving slower than before. They were now about 220 kilometers away from Castle Dalmar.

“Lady Catherine, do you have any brothers and sisters closer to our age?” Cored asked Catherine.

Catherine laughed at the question. It wasn’t a hearty laugh. More like a pleasurable, under the breath snicker that she did, knowing that the twins really wanted more playmates their own age, than to just know plain information or to just be making conversation. “Oh, and what kind of question is that? Are you two not fond of my company? Well, I’m simply appalled,” she said to the twins with false shock, rolling her eyes as she spoke.

“No, Lady Catherine… we love playing with you. You’re always in a good mood and have time to play with us us. But we don’t have anyone else our age to play with. We were just wondering….” Cored said to her, swinging her hands in his, as they all walked along to the center of the castle.

“Yes, everyone here so old. And they are all too serious… and no one hardly ever smiles. Why are they all like that Lady Catherine?” Alice asked, point blank.

“Well, this is a working castle you know. The majority of the people here are hard at work and simply do not have the time to entertain you. They are always busy doing important things like sword fighting, welding, cooking and cleaning, weaving cloth for our clothes, training, studying and worshiping… and things of that sort. I know that may be hard for you to understand now… but one day you will. A castle really just isn’t the best place for children to run around and play. You could get hurt here very easily, so please be careful for me.” Catherine answered.

“But we play every day, here, with you.” Cored admitted with an incriminating point of the finger to Catherine.

“Yes, that is very true indeed. But what if there was a village of children here, running around causing mischief?”