The New World
Copyright© 2024 by Dark Apostle
Chapter 61: The Wedding Night
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 61: The Wedding Night - The story follows James Smith, a man who dies and finds himself in a surreal afterlife courtroom, where his life is judged as "zero sum"—neither good nor evil, just utterly average. Dissatisfied with being consigned to eternal mediocrity, he manipulates the cosmic bureaucracy into granting him a second chance in a new world, where he is reincarnated as a child with his memories intact and perks... - edited by my lovely Steven.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fan Fiction Farming High Fantasy Rags To Riches Restart Alternate History DoOver Extra Sensory Perception Body Swap Furry Magic Incest Mother Sister Politics Royalty Violence
In her office, Lady Blythe sat behind her desk, looking distinctly uncomfortable with what she was about to explain. The wedding itself was over, the celebrations winding down elsewhere in the building, but one final tradition remained.
Lady Blythe said, “Now the final act, the consummation. This is something that should be left in the past, but sadly, it has not. There are specific practices that have existed for so long that they have become ritual. This is reserved for the nobility.”
James glanced at his new wife. Iona looked equally unimpressed by the ancient custom.
“I am not happy about this either, Mother. But there is no other option,” His new bride said.
“I was told almost nothing other than there must be a witness. What are the rules?” James asked.
Blythe sighed, “There will be a witness from your side, one from Iona’s, and the priest. They must witness both the penetration and the ejaculation. If this cannot be performed, then the ability of the husband to father children is called into question. The very basis of marriage is children to carry on the family’s line. If you cannot meet these requirements, then the marriage would be annulled.”
‘James stared at her. The custom itself wasn’t entirely alien to him. Earth had plenty of archaic traditions surrounding marriage and consummation, including witnesses, proof that a marriage had been consummated and, at least supposedly, prima nocta. He had always considered such practices relics of a far less private age. Actually being expected to perform in front of witnesses, however, was something else entirely.
Still, he could tolerate it. It was embarrassing, invasive and stupid, but if that was what it took to make his marriage to Iona unquestionable, then so be it.’
“Does that really happen?” James asked.
“Sadly, yes. Usually, the man leaves town in disgrace. The bride is considered untouched and often selects a new mate quickly to put the embarrassment behind her. Now, the actual ritual is simple. The witnesses will enter the bedroom first and take positions by the bed. You and Iona will enter the room and proceed with the act. Once you have successfully completed the task, then the witnesses will come to my office and sign a declaration.”
There was apparently no ambiguity. They weren’t simply required to disappear into a bedroom and emerge later claiming the deed had been done. The witnesses actually had to see it happen.
“Who is the witness from James’s side?” Iona asked.
“That was an interesting issue. Normally the witness is someone James has never had any sex with, which leaves out the women at the brothel and tavern. So I went to Garrick’s farm and talked to his parents. Marta did not want to be a witness; instead, she recommended Rachael or Raphtalia. But a demi cannot sign a contract, so she was eliminated. His sister is already upstairs with Reverend Stewart, waiting for us. I was going to ask Preston to be a witness, but...”
“Don’t even joke about that, mother,” Iona growled.
James had to suppress a laugh at the expression on her face.
“Well, let’s not keep them waiting,” James said.
Blythe left the office first.
Once they were alone, James gathered Iona into his arms. She was only a few inches shorter than him, fitting comfortably against his chest. He could feel the tension in her body and slowly rubbed her back.
“Sex between us will be magical, inventive, and fun. I will need your enthusiasm and cooperation. So ignore the witnesses. And think of this as the first day of our long life together. You are my true love.”
“I will try, but I have never been naked before a man, and now there will be people, strangers, watching us.”
James understood the problem. Their first time together should have belonged entirely to them, not to a priest or their relatives. There was nothing he could do about the witnesses, but he could make certain Iona’s attention remained on him.
He offered her his arm, and together they walked upstairs to their new apartment.
When they arrived, James slipped one arm behind her back and another beneath her legs, lifting her easily. Iona clung to his shoulders as he carried her over the threshold before setting her gently back onto her feet.
Rachael, Blythe and Reverend Stewart were already inside.
James introduced Iona to Rachael, then looked towards Blythe.
“May I talk to my sister for a moment?”
“Of course,” Blythe answered.
Rachael moved closer, studying her brother.
“How are you?” Rachael asked.
“It’s strange. I am thrilled to be married, but not this.” James complained.
“When we all lived in the small house, it was normal to see our parents having sex. But no one mentioned it, what choice did they have? Since Dad used the coins found by Bob the Slime to build a second house, everyone has their own room. The parents have privacy and I never saw anyone having sex again—appearently until tonight.”
James grinned. At least Rachael wasn’t pretending this was anything other than awkward.
“I will try to not shock you,” James said, grinning.
“I may be a widow now, but you would be amazed by what I did while married.”
James shook his head and laughed. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know what his sister meant by that.
He told Blythe he was ready.
After a brief prayer by the reverend, the room went quiet.
James took charge.
He gently hugged his wife before beginning to unfasten her clothing, removing it one piece at a time. He deliberately took his time. This wasn’t going to become some mechanical performance carried out solely for the benefit of the witnesses.
As each new patch of skin was exposed, he placed a small kiss against it.
Iona’s breathing was initially nervous, her eyes occasionally flicking towards the others, but James kept drawing her attention back to him.
Once she was topless, James placed his hands on her shoulders and stepped back, openly admiring her beauty. Her nervousness remained, but so did the trust in her expression.
He leaned down and gently kissed each of her tiny, taut nipples, lingering for a moment before straightening. He kissed her mouth next, his hands caressing her back as he pulled her closer.
Whispering in her ear, “Relax, this will be fun.”
Iona wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.
“Now take off my shirt,” he instructed.
Her fingers worked through the fastenings, and once his shirt was removed, they embraced again, bare skin pressing against bare skin.
Iona nervously laughed, “This feels nice.”
“You think this is nice, love, wait for later.”
James dropped to his knees.
He removed the remainder of her dress, slowly working it down her legs until she was left wearing only her panties. He rained kisses across her stomach and thighs before hooking his fingers into the material and pulling it down.
Her pubic hair was exposed.
James kissed it before rising again, his mouth travelling back across her stomach and breasts until he kissed her nipples once more.
“Now your turn.”
Iona knelt and unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them down while holding the material so he could step free. She then pulled down his underpants.
Her gaze immediately dropped.
James was already half erect.
She stared at his cock with open curiosity, apparently forgetting the witnesses for a moment.
“Does it get any bigger?”
“Oh yes, just wait,” James laughed.
He helped her back onto her feet and kissed her deeply.
His hands moved across her body, caressing her back and playing with her breasts while her own hands explored him. The more they touched and kissed, the less attention Iona seemed to pay to the three people watching them.
James went to the bed and stripped off the covers, tossing them onto the floor.
He backed Iona towards it until her calves touched the mattress, then guided her down onto her back.
“This is something both of us will enjoy,” he said as he slowly kissed down her body to her pubic mound. He admired her pubic hair—she had trimmed it into a neat triangle above her lips and then shaved it. “Very nice.”
“Jan told me you would like that,” Iona said.
“She was right, you look delicious.”
James lowered himself between her legs.
He ran his tongue across her outer lips before gently spreading them with his fingers, exposing the inner folds. He settled in properly, licking her slowly at first before flicking his tongue against her clit.
Iona’s thighs shifted around him.
He alternated between slow licks and quicker movements, occasionally sliding his tongue deeper before returning to her clit. The nervous woman who had entered the room rapidly disappeared. Iona squirmed against the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as her breathing became increasingly ragged.
She moaned, gasped, and panted, her hips beginning to move almost instinctively against his mouth.
“O ... oh! Oh my ... Gods! Oh Gods! Oooooooooomygods!”
Her body tightened.
Iona shuddered through the first orgasm, barely recovering before another followed. Her legs trembled around him until eventually the stimulation became too much and she pushed urgently at his head.
“Enough! I need to recover! Too sensitive! What is that feeling?”
James raised his head with a huge smile.
He moved back up her body and kissed her deeply. Iona immediately wrapped her arms around him, their tongues duelling as they pressed together.
“That was called cumming.”
“It’s wonderful. Does it get better?”
“Yes. But now it’s time to pass their test. I am going to lie on my back, and you can sit on top of me. There will be less pain if you guide yourself into me.”
James moved into the middle of the bed and lay back.
He assisted Iona into position, helping her straddle his hips. She was still flushed from her orgasms and obviously nervous about what came next, but curiosity was rapidly winning.
“This time I will guide myself into you. From then on, you will do it.”
There was some awkward jostling and wriggling as they tried to get all the necessary parts properly aligned. James took hold of his cock, guiding it into position and letting the head pick up some of the wetness between her legs.
“Okay. I just ... sit down?” Iona asked.
“Pretty much, that’s the idea.”
She grinned and slowly lowered herself.
“O ... oh! Oh! Oh ... my!”
Only a little of him had entered her.
Iona stopped, wriggled slightly and adjusted herself before continuing.
“I ... oh ... oooo...”
Another little bit disappeared inside her.
Then more.
She was tight, warm and extremely wet, which made things considerably easier. Iona paused again before apparently deciding that taking it slowly wasn’t helping.
She suddenly pressed herself down, taking the rest of his cock inside her.
James gasped and moaned as her body closed tightly around him.
Iona shuddered.
“Oof! Wow! It stings.”
“Um ... yes ... wow,” James grinned.
For several seconds, she simply remained there, adjusting to the feeling of having him completely inside her.
Then she experimentally raised herself and lowered herself again.
Iona started moving up and down slowly, testing the sensation and learning how their bodies worked together.
“Ooo! Oh, that’s so good!”
That was apparently all the encouragement she needed.
She gradually sped up, experimenting as she went. Sometimes she moved straight up and down; other times she rolled or wiggled her hips, leaning forwards and then backwards to discover how the different angles felt.
James was impressed by her eagerness.
“Unnnnnngh! I ... it’s...”
Iona was panting now, her body moving steadily above him.
She leaned forward.
James’s hands immediately found her boobs, squeezing and caressing them as she continued riding him.
That was all it took.
“Ahhhhhhh Gods! OhmyGod!”
Her eyes slammed shut.
Iona shuddered hard as she came, her hips jerking and wriggling while her body tightened around his cock.
James gritted his teeth and somehow managed to hold out.
It wasn’t easy.
Once the impact of her orgasm had passed, he gently rolled her onto her back. His cock slipped free during the movement, so he guided himself back inside her before settling over her.
James kissed her as he began moving his hips.
There was nothing experimental about it now. Iona wrapped herself around him while James thrust steadily into her, their mouths meeting repeatedly as the bed moved beneath them.
After a couple of minutes, he felt himself reach the point of no return.
James came deep inside her.
He remained there as the first waves passed through him, then pulled out before he was completely finished. The last of his ejaculation landed across her pubic hair.
For a few seconds, neither moved.
Iona looked thoroughly satisfied.
“You were right, that was magical,” Iona exclaimed.
James finally remembered that they had an audience.
He looked towards the witnesses, his cock slowly deflating and covered with a faint pinkish tint.
“Was that sufficient? Or should we provide another demonstration?”
Lady Blythe was fanning herself.
The sight almost made him laugh.
She spoke for the group.
“You have satisfied the requirements of the trial. We will adjourn to my office and sign the form. I will then inform her father of the results, in great detail.”
James turned towards Rachael.
His sister was flushed and also fanning herself.
Reverend Stewart was standing there with a hard-on, apparently uncertain what he was supposed to say after witnessing this performance.
Finally, he turned towards Rachael.
“Since you are staying in the city tonight, may I buy you a drink?”
“Yes, I definitely need something,” Rachael said.
James watched the three witnesses leave.
At last, they were alone.
He poured a glass of water and offered it to Iona. She sat up, took it from him and drank deeply.