Wedding Night

Sally sighed, playing nervously with the frilly lace at the end of her white dress. She tapped her foot against the marble stepping stone, the first of many that would mark her path from the white pavilion to the altar. The stones had been retrieved from Robotroplis and cleaned. They did not match. Some were dark marble with swirls of cream, while others were nearly a perfect white. There were ones with swirls of gray, swirls of pink. It didn't matter she supposed, it only mattered that each piece had been part of something in the palace. A part of the entrance way. A part of the white stairs that lead to the royal chambers. Part of a courtyard fountain. Fragments of a once beautiful structure. Symbolic for the long destroyed castle. Her's was the first ceremony to be preformed outside of those gleaming walls in nearly five hundred years. For it was her eighteenth birthday, her last day as Princess Sally, her first day as Queen Sally. And it was her wedding day. All at once, the importance of the day to her, to everyone enough to make her head spin. Things had been thrown together with a speed that seemed impossible, but it had been done and done well. She had not expected a big to do about her eighteenth birthday until only a month ago when something extremely unexpected had happened. Sir Charles had received a static filled, but clear message from Sally's father, King Max. Sally had been nearly beside herself with excitement at the news he had been able to send a communication. She had hugged Charles tight as he entered her hut, two tiny discs in his hand. Sally's fingers had trembled as she slipped the shiny disc into Nicole, her father's image jumping forth, a glowing hologram.
“Greetings Sally. I hope this message finds you well. I miss you dearly . . . little Bean. The timing of my message is of importance . . . I am well aware that you shall celebrate your eighteenth year of life in only thirty days. My girl a woman. I feel heaviness in my heart at missing so much of that transformation. You must recall that it was in the same month the betrayal occurred. It has been thirteen years now . . . a number of meaning . . . a lucky number. Our people will be looking for a sign Sally, a sign of hope . . . of good things to come. And they shall have it. You shall give them hope. It is my wish that you take the throne on your birthday. The second diskette contains the necessary legalities meant for our people to view. It clearly lays out my wishes in full. As I am sure you know, as you are a very clever girl and have I am certain kept up on your studies . . . you shall not ascended to the throne alone. Never has a Queen ruled alone, save in the case her King has passed on. It is not our way. I, as is customary, have chosen your mate . . . my successor. I do not choose based on emotion, not yours nor my own. I think solely what is best for our world . . . for our people. In times of extended war a King is needed who is charismatic, strong, a man the people believe in and will follow. A warrior. A hero. That said, I hope you will not be to heartbroken to hear I have, after much thought, chosen Sonic. I am unclear on your relationship as of now . . . I remember you both as little ones playing much to loudly in places you shouldn't . . . but in the short time I spent with the man that little boy has become I saw that he was kind . . . a good man who I have every confidence will care for you well. I am sorry daughter that you must take on this world as it is. That your kingdom is so broken. I know with time and the perseverance you've already shown that you can mend this world. I wish I could be there and see this, the most important moment of your life. You remain always in my thoughts and in my heart. I love you Sally.” The image faded and disappeared.
“What do you think?” Sir Charles had asked, watching Sally wipe the tears from her cheeks. She chuckled a little and shook her head.
“I think Sonic's going to crap himself.”
Sonic had in fact taken the news relatively well. He had sat quietly for a moment after Sally told him, tapping his foot in thought. Then he shrugged and smiled.
“I'm just glad it isn't Ant.” He replied after a minute. And so things had moved forward with blinding speed. So much to do . . . so much to collect and make and build. An alter and platform were constructed, again using scraps from the palace when possible. Two crowns had to be made, there was a secret vault under the mess hall, where ancient royal riches had been hid. It was luck alone that they were still there. If the Coup had happened just a few days later the collection of gold and jewels would have been back at the palace, the threat of losing them in a war had supposedly passed after all. The crowns were made from smelted gold, some of those precious jewels inlaid. It was lucky indeed that the riches had not been moved, for the dress that Sally's mother, grandmother, and great grandmother had worn was still there as well, stored in a long, cedar box. The dress was a thing of breathtaking beauty to look at, but extremely cumbersome to wear. It weighed nearly fifteen pounds alone, twenty when the extremely decadent undergarments were added. It had taken nearly an hour just to get the dress on. First there was the chantilly lace slip, tear drop diamonds about the size of Sally's thumb hanging from the bottom. Next the corset, gold wiring running horizontally through out, squeezing Sally like a constrictor snake, pushing her bosom upward while holding everything else unnaturally in, when the thick silk ribbons were tied tight.
“How does that feel?” Rosie asked as she circled around to look at Sally.
“I can't breath.”
“Good, then it's right.” After the corset came a second slip, this one heavier, the material a simple and thick silk until the last five inches, where it exploded into a swirl of dainty velvet loops and little flowers made out of pearls and pink gold. Next and finally the dress itself. The bodes was tight, constricting and heavily adorned with diamonds of various shape and size. At the waist the dress became loose and billowing. The material was covered in diamonds and pearls, gold piping connecting them artfully to the soft material. The dress had tiny pearl buttons up the back, from tail to top and they took a good deal of time to fasten. Lastly there were the many adornments that went with the dress. A necklace that shimmered so brilliantly it was nearly blinding. Ear cuffs which dangled with pearls, clustered like grapes. A golden anklet with tiny tinkling bells, a good luck charm to attract the attention of the spirits of the earth, of fertility and growth. And the ornate decoration for her hair. A veil could not be worn because of the crown that would be set atop her head, so instead a long flowing cascade of diamonds and emeralds attached to spun gold stretched from one side of her head to the other, falling down to her shoulders. Rosie stepped back and admired her, making sure everything was in place.
“How do I look?” Sally asked after a moment.
“Like a Queen.”
“How long till we start?”
“It's already started, the crowd is watching the King's proclamation right now.”
“Oh . . . this is . . . this is all happening so fast.”
“Don't worry Dearie . . . it will go wonderfully, I know it will.”
“I hope so. I'm so nervous . . . I'm afraid I'll forget what to say or get it out of order, something horrible like that.”
“You won't.”
“And . . . I'm a little . . . ummm, antsy about tonight.”
“The banquet?”
“After the banquet Rosie . . . you know.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Rosie . . . can I ask you . . .”
“No.”
“You don't even know what I was going to say.”
“No, but I know the subject matter. I've told you Sally . . . it's tradition for a royal bride to go to her consummation bed innocent in deed and thought. You already know way to much.”
“I hardly know anything!”
“Many brides before you knew nothing. Not the basics, no vague idea, nothing.”
“It's ridicules is what it is. The subject is completely non-existent on Nicole's hard drive, you've only told me enough to know what not to do, and I don't know what you used to threaten Bunnie with but she won't speak a word about it.”
“That's the way it's supposed to be Sally.”
“How am I suppose to know what to do?”
“Your husband will teach you what you need to know.”
“What if he doesn't know?”
“Oh Dear!” Rosie laughed a little. “I promise you he knows. He's had Sir Charles to talk to and Charles is quite detailed in his explanations, regardless of subject matter. That boy probably knows things I don't even know and I was married for thirty-eight years.”
“And I don't know squat.” Sally replied tersely.
“I guarantee he knows you are . . . considerably less knowledgeable. I'm sure he's . . . prepared to be the gentle teacher. There isn't any need to worry.”

Sally looked up, hearing the music start, the Acorn Anthem. It was time. Her flag bearers unfurled the bright newly sown flags, a deep navy blue, the Acorn family crest embossed in gold resting in the center. They began to march forward. Sally counted three seconds then proceeded behind them. She walked slowly down the stone path, amazed by the droves of Mobians bowing to either side of her. There were far more here than lived in Knothole alone. Every free Mobian on the entire planet had come, a dangerous thing, but it had been stipulated in her father's second disc that all the free world be present. They would be leaving late that night, after the banquet and Sally knew she would breathe a sigh of relief after they were on their way back home. The flag bearers reach the alter and turned, holding their flags high, lowering their heads respectfully. Sally climbed the three steps to the raised platform. The hologram of her father stood still, paused, a stray leaf passing through his image. Sally curtsied before his image, then kneeled on a small pillow. Sir Charles, who was already on the stage unpaused the image.
“Hear me free people of Mobius! Hear and mark these words. Mark this date, this time. Remember it always. Remember she who kneels, prostrate to her king. She who is my seed, my creation. My first child, only child to you I give your ancestors lands. Your ancestor's power. To you I hand this world. It is your's to protect, to command, to make prosperous. Take these people and guide them, for they are your people now.” Sir Charles lightly sat the smaller of the two crowns that sat upon a petastool on Sally's head. “Arise Queen Sally Alicia Acorn.” The king commanded. Sally got to her feet, the crowd cheering wildly. She stood silently, head held high listening to their cheers. After a time she held up a hand and they quieted immediately.
“My people, may a thousand blessings rain upon you this day of my fortune. May your hearts be glad always. Remember those who have come before, in your own lives and on the blessed throne.” Sally paused, turning slightly to pluck a light, ornate sword from it's resting place just to her right. “I raise my voice in command.”
“So shall we listen.” The crowd responded.
“I call forth, my will law.”
“We live by thy will.” Came the response, thundering.
“I call to me he whose mother named Maurice Hedgehog.” Sally could have heard a pin drop, the crowd before her seeming to hold their breath. A moment later she saw Sonic emerge from the same pavilion she had come from, though he hadn't been there till after she left. He walked slowly, his shoulders squared, but his head low, respectful. He stopped at the steps that lead to the platform, dropping to one knee.
“I am your faithful servant.” He told her, not looking up.
“I call upon you, Maurice Hedgehog, this day, this hour to pledge your service to the crown in knighthood. To stand ready to protect this world and those who preside over it. How say thee?”
“My Queen, I am unworthy to kneel at your feet, but to you I pledge devotion and service.”
“So shall it be.” Sally lifted the sword, tapping lightly first his left shoulder than his right. “Rise Sir Maurice Hedgehog.” Sonic stood slowly, his head still bowed. Sally sat the sword aside, stepping down one step while Sonic stepped up, both on the second step, which was much wider that the other two. Sir Charles appeared from the far side of the podium, standing before the couple.
“Hear us ancestors, hear us powerful Gods who rule even our Queen. Hear our joyful cry as we meet to join two souls into one, as two separate lives become one in the same. May your blessings overflow, may your joy be endless as you witness this union. Kneel.” Both Sally and Sonic kneeled. “Just as there is no God without Goddess, too there should never be man without woman, woman without man. The two are contrasting parts of a bigger whole. We are born simply half a being. Know this as you look upon your life ahead, as you venture into the endive of marriage. Know that you are the completion of your mate, the half that makes them whole. And in knowing this treat them as you would yourself, for truly they are part of you. Be kind, be patient and understanding. Be truthful and forgiving. Know that you are the others strength and without you they are powerless, that you hold them up. Stand and face each other.” Sonic and Sally stood, turning to look at each other. Sonic smiled and gave her a quick wink, Sally biting her lip to keep from breaking her composer. “Join your left hands.” Sonic held his hand up, Sally moving a little closer, her fingers slipping in between his. Sir Charles produces a long white ribbon of silk. He stepped down before them, gently binding their hands together. “As your fingers intertwine so to shall be your lives, as the cord binds so to will be your love. Repeat after me these words Sir Maurice Hedgehog. I Maurice Hedgehog, before the world and the Gods pledge . . .”
“I, Maurice Hedgehog, before the world and the Gods pledge . . .”
“My endless love to you, my mate . . .”
“. . . my endless love to you, my mate . . .” Sonic cleared his throat, blinking rapidly.
“Who I call with affection Sal.”
“ . . . who I call with affection Sal.”
“Repeat after me these words Queen Sally Acorn.” Charles said, shifting his attention to her. “I, Sally Acorn, before the world and the Gods pledge . . .”
“I, Sally Acorn, before the world and the Gods pledge . . .”
“My endless love to you, my mate . . .”
“ . . . my endless love to you, my mate . . .”
“Who I call with affection Sonic.”
“. . . who I . . . I call with affection Sonic.”
“Let it be known from this day forth, till the end of time that these souls are joined, these lives meshed. There is no power in the universe stronger than love and no will in all of creation greater than that of the Gods. What these elements have brought together today let no creature pull asunder.” Sonic leaned forward and kissed Sally, their hands still bound together, the crown cheering once again. There was an excited and yet comfortable energy in the group. There was something endlessly soothing about being addressed by their ruler. About repeating the old responses to her words. It made them feel grounded, steady. It made their lives seem less fragile, less chaotic. It made the world a little less frightening.
After a long minute the couple before them parted, their hands unbound, the silk ribbon sat in a box for safe keeping. Sally climbed the stairs, moving across the platform to where her father's image had been projected earlier. After a few seconds Sonic followed, his head low and respectful again and knelt on the pillow Sally had settled on previously.
“Hear me free people of Mobuis! Hear and mark my words. Mark this date, this time. Remember it always. Remember he who kneels, prostate to his Queen. He who is my mate, my husband. My love I give to you my ancestor's land. My ancestor's power. To you I hand this world. It is yours to protect, to command, to make prosperous. Take these people and guide them, for they are your people now. Take to you your Queen and bless her with the product of your loins, continuing on the endless line of succession.” Sally sat the remaining crown on Sonic's head. “Arise, King Maurice “Sonic” Hedgehog.” Sonic stood and Sally dropped to her knees bowing her head low. The crowd bowed, the flag bearers still holding their flags dropped to one knee. There was a reverent silence instead of the cheer that had gone up at Sally's coronation. There was gravity to the event. Sonic looked out over the crowd for a moment, then held his hand out to Sally, helping her to her feet. She stood and together they walked to the edge of the platform.
“I raise my voice in command.” Sonic said loudly and the crowd, their heads still low replied.
“So shall we listen.”
“I call forth, my will law.”
“We live by thy will.”
“I call forth my people, rise and partake in our joy, for it is your joy as well.” The crowd arose and the two original flag bearers with the Acorn crest were joined by two more men carrying flags, these a bright red and baring the ancient crest of Sonic's own family. All four flag bearers began down the stone path, the couple following after a moment. The group cheered as they passed and gathered preparing to head to the mess hall for the banquet.

Sally watched the endless approach of well-wishers, picking at the spares remains on her plate, smiling widely and somewhat artificially. She nodded as each Mobian bowed and wished them well, some offering small trinkets. Sonic seemed to be enjoying the attention immensely, though she could see it had begun to be a little old for him as well. At last the final well wisher curtsied, stuttering a nervous, awed congratulation and rushed off to join the others in the merriment. Sally smiled, watching as they danced and ate, talking happily among each other.
“I think this is really uplifting for them.” Sally told Sonic, who was sipping at his wine. “It's renewed their faith.”
“Ummhumm.” He nodded, reaching out to lightly play with the pearls on her ear cuff. “You look absolutely stunnin' . . . ya know that?”
“Thank you. To be honest . . . this dress is cutting off my circulation in a lot of places. I'll be glad to have it off.”
“Me too.” He said with a soft smile, sighing. Sally blushed a little, looking away. She turned slightly to listen to the music being played by a group of musically inclined Mobians. Though some of them had never met before that day, they played well together. Sally felt Sonic's hand touch her back, soothing over the material of her dress. “How many buttons is this? He asked, poking at one.
“Eighty-eight.” Sally replied after a moments thought.
“Whoa. Am I gonna have ta undo . . .”
“No . . . Rosie will help me take it off before we . . . before I join you for the night.”
“Cool. 'Cause I don't think I got the patience or the . . . finesse for it.” He chuckled, following the line of pearls to where they ended, just above her tail. “I'd end up rippin' it . . . sure enough.” Sally looked up from her own cup and Sonic saw uncertainty and what looked nearly like fear touch her eyes. His uncle had told him that Sally was going to be naive and probably a little confused about what was going to happen that night. Sonic shook his head, realizing that she could have read something into his statement that he had not meant. “I meant . . . I'd try to unbutton it, but the dress, it looks so delicate . . . I'm pretty sure these big ol' fingers would mess somethin' up.” Sally nodded, smiling slightly.
“They are difficult.” She sat her cup down and Sonic noticed her fingers trembled slightly. He reach out, taking her hand in his.
“You don't have ta be afraid Sal.” He told her softly, gently.
“I'm not . . . exactly afraid . . . it's more . . .I feel almost like I'm about to take an exam on a subject I've never once studied.”
“Well . . . you can cheat off my paper.” He smiled, squeezing her hand a little. “It's not a test you know. It's . . . like . . . like anything else . . . at first you don't know how to read or write or swim or whatever and then with a little time and practice you get good at it.”
“Yeah but . . . say with swimming. Before you ever start learning to swim you know what swimming is. You know it involves water and holding your breath. You know you have to kick your legs and move your arms. It's just a matter of learning when to kick, when to hold your breath, how to move your arms. I don't . . . I don't know . . . anything Sonic. The only things I was ever told on the subject were just precautionary things like . . . don't be alone with a boy in your hut. Don't let a man touch you unnecessarily. If you insist on kissing Sonic remember that you need to stop and make him leave immediately if he ever touches anything besides your face or arms.”
“Rosie say that?”
“Yeah.”
“And that's all you know?”
“Well . . . I figured out that it can make you pregnant and I'm pretty sure you have to be lying down, beyond that . . . nothing.”
“You try askin' Nicole?”
“Of course I did. It's all pass code protected. I don't know the password and she refused to run a decrypting program on herself. There's nothing. Reproduction, sexuality, even male anatomy is protected by the code. I wouldn't even know you're different than me . . . there if not for seeing you pee a time or two . . . you know when we were in the city.”
“Sal, you peeked? I told you not to turn around.”
“I couldn't really see . . . anything . . . not you know . . . just I know you don't squat . . . so I know you're different.”
“Ya know . . . . I don't see the point for all the secrecy . . . it's sorta stupid. Seems to me bein' completely clueless makes it more likely there'd be . . . slip ups, just from not really knowin' what you're doin'. Not knowin' its . . . well what it is.”
“You have to remember Sonic . . . a princess in normal times would never have a chance to 'slip up'. She'd have guards and chaperons. She wouldn't ever be alone with a boy . . . not even for a moment.”
“Ya were alone with me all the time.”
“We were five! If this mess hadn't ever happened they would have started monitoring us. Actually, you probably would have been phased out as my 'companion' and would have been replaced with a girl.”
“I'm not sayin' I'm glad this war happened . . . but I'm glad I was never 'phased out' Sal. I can't picture me without . . . you.”
“Me either. Now we don't have to.”
“No, we don't.” He smiled and leaned forward, his lips brushing over her temple.

Sonic lit the last candle on the table, blowing out the match before it burned low enough to scorch his fingertips. He turned, glancing over at Sally who sat balanced on the edge of his couch, her knees pressed tightly together, her body stiff. Her dress was gone and she wore only a very lacy slip that ended just before her knees. Sonic sat down beside her, lightly sitting his hand on her leg at the place the lace ended. Sally jumped slightly and cleared her throat.
“This is pretty.” He told her, drawing his fingers over the edge of the material. “Soft. But real delicate lookin' . . . like spider's silk.” He sighed, pushing one of the diamonds back and forth. “It looks real good on ya. The light color's nice against your dark fur.”
“Thank you.” Sally replied after a moment fiddling with the lace that lay on the knee Sonic's hand was not occupying. “Ummm is there something . . . something I should be doing?” She asked softly, not looking up.
“Yeah. You really outta relax.” Sally chuckled nervously and nodded.
“I'm . . . trying.”
“I know.” He sighed, them smiled his hand coming up to push her hair away from her face, playing with the fiery strands. “Ya know . . . it was a nice kiss we shared today . . . after the ceremony. The best one yet I think.”
“It was nice.”
“I like ta kiss ya Sal.”
“I . . . like it too.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure . . . it . . . it's nice, like I said.”
“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, his fingers still in her hair. Sally nodded slightly, shifting to face him. She closed her eyes, relaxing some when she felt his warm lips meet hers. This she could handle, this she knew. Sonic's mouth was gentle against her's, his lips gliding slowly. His fingers traced her cheek, coming to rest at the soft place where her head and neck met, where her pulse beat. Sally felt him pause, felt the warm exhalation, his breath rushing across her fur before he began anew, his lips a little firmer now. Sally gasped, feeling something warm and damp slip past her lower lip. His tongue. She stiffened a little, but the flicker had been so brief, so fleeting that it was dismissed as his mouth continued its accustomed movements. Again the strange, new feeling of his tongue against her lip, stroking in one soft upward motion before it was gone. Sally did not jump this time, it didn't hurt after all, it felt . . . different, but not a bad sort of different. His tongue returned, quicker than before and lingered a little longer, stroking, swirling, touching her slightly opened lips before it retreated. Sally made a soft sound, deciding she liked the way his tongue felt against her sensitive lips. After a moment she touched her own tongue to Sonic's lower lip, skimming lightly, hearing his breath catch in his throat. He must have liked it too. She moved to repeat the action, gasping loudly when her tongue was intercepted by his own. A strange feeling traveled over her body, a tingling shiver and her stomach rolled oddly. Sonic's fingers trailed over her shoulder as his tongue stroked lightly at her own, circling it. Sally thought momentarily of pulling away. The strange static on her skin increased as his fingers moved across her. It was so new, so odd . . . . but not without its pleasantness. She wanted to ask him if she should feel this way, if it was normal. She wanted to ask if she should be touching him and if so where, how. On impulse Sally reach out, brushing her hand across his chest. He was warm, his light colored fur soft, inviting. She traced the hard muscle with her fingers, feeling his tongue once again searching hers out, slipping into her mouth to find it. Heat crackled in Sally's chest and stomach, a strange fire who's flames lapped out suddenly, sizzling from her stomach to a lower place. She shifted, but did not pull away. The feelings were strange but if this was what “it” felt like, then she'd have to get used to it. She let Sonic kiss her this new way, her lips pliable under his own. The fire in her belly was stoked by his movements and she found some relief in returning his actions, in kissing him back in the same manner. His hands stroked her arms, her neck, and shoulders. It felt nice. She relaxed a little more, leaning heavily on him. His hands traveled around to her back, his fingers following the line of her spine, tracing with a light, tickling touch. Downward his fingers trailed, lower until he reach her tail. There was a momentary pause then he took the protrusion in his hand, stroking. Sally's stomach somersaulted again and she tightened her grip on him, startled by her body's sudden response to his touch. Sonic's mouth moved from her's and he trailed soft kisses down the side of her face, her jaw line, before moving lower, his lips gently assaulting her slender throat.
“Ya smell so good Sal.” He told her between kisses, which were open mouthed now, his tongue occasionally sneaking out to lap here and there. His right hand still played lightly with her tail, his fingers occasionally brushing over the swell of her bottom. Sally sighed, closing her eyes. She gripped tightly the cushions of the couch now as his mouth moved lower, nipping lightly at her collar bone, then laving the spot with his tongue. Sonic paused, taking a deep breath, drawing his fingers along the underside of her tail, his other hand on her knee. “Nice and slow.” He whispered to himself, a reminding reprimand to the demanding thoughts in his mind, to the edger push of his libido. “Slow, real slow.”
“What?” Sally asked softly, her eyes opening slightly.
“Nothin'.” He smiled, sitting up right again, pulling her into his arms, hugging her close. After a moment he began to kiss at her neck again, holding her body against his. He delved his fingers into her hair, rubbing at her scalp. Sally moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of his fingers pressing her temples, at the tender place where scalp met ear. His fingers rubbed their way down, massaging her neck, her shoulders. His hands, strong but gentle moved over her upper arms, rubbing, Sally relaxing completely, her head tilting back slightly enjoying his ministration. Sonic's hands swept over her elbows then left her body for a moment. Sally's eyes flew open as they settled again, touching a new place, her chest. His fingers stroked lightly, electricity racing over her skin, pulsing in her brain. The fire was back with a new force and the place between her legs suddenly felt so odd . . . so strange and aching.
“Sonic . . . ?” Her voice trembled and she swallowed hard, glancing at him.
“Shhh, it's alright. How does that feel?” He asked, his voice gruff.
“It's . . . different.” She replied with a gasp after a moment. Sonic was focusing the majority of his attention on her pink nipples now, which were pulling taunt and hardening as if she were cold, though she was feeling rather warm.
“It's new . . . I know.” He whispered to her, groaning softly when she moaned a little. “Does it feel good?”
“I . . . I don't know.” She breathed, her heart racing as if she were running. Sally shifted and bit her lip to keep from moaning again. “It . . . I feel . . . weird . . . . down . . . down . . .” She panted as his fingers stroked her, circling her nipples, flickering over them.
“Down where?” He asked, pressing his muzzle into the fur just above her breasts, breathing her in deeply.
“Between . . . my, my legs.” She made a soft, mulling sound. “Is that . . . is that normal?”
“That's normal Darlin' . . . that's good. It means you're gettin' ready.”
“Ready?”
“Ummhumm, ready for me.”
“It aches.” She whimpered, shifting again.
“It's okay . . . it's just realizin' what it's made for . . . an' it's longin' for that part of it that's missin'.”
“I . . . I don't . . . understand.”
“I know. I'll explain when it's time.” Sonic's right hand brushed down her stomach, Sally jumping beneath him.
“Sonic . . . please.”
“What, Sal? Whadya want?”
“I don't know . . . I thought you would.” Sonic chuckled softly and nodded. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, picking her up, carrying her to his bed. He lay her down gently, sitting down beside her. His fingers skimmed over the material of her slip, tracing the lace pattern on her right hip.
“Take this off, okay?” He requested softly. Sally looked up at him and again he saw uncertainty in her eyes. “I see ya without clothes all the time.” He reminded her gently. Sally sighed and shimmied out of the slip without sitting up. Sonic took it from her and sat it on his dresser.
“Is it true I'll bleed?” Sally asked suddenly while Sonic's back was still turned to her.
“Huhhh?” He turned quickly, looking surprised.
“When I was going over the preparations for the ceremonies, making sure everything was done, I came across something . . . one of the traditional items . . . an alabaster box. The tradition stated that the morning after the consummation a female attendant is suppose to gather the sheets and put them in the box and then the box is suppose to be made accessible for ten days so any with doubts to the Queen's purity can view the blood stained sheet.”
“Who the hell came up with these stupid rules and traditions anyway?” Sonic asked, sounding annoyed. “What sorta moron decided . . . lets not tell the girl a thing about matin' and then in the next pen stroke writes things ta scare her to death?”
“The traditions were written a long time ago.” Sally replied softly. “It was a different time, a different attitude.”
“Well . . . they're on the choppin' block as far as I'm concerned.” Sonic huffed, shaking his head.
“You didn't answer my question Sonic.” Sally reminded after a long moment.
“It . . . I . . . Sally, please don't ask me this.”
“I will then.” Sally said, seeing past his response. “Will it hurt a lot?”
“No . . . just a little, a very little if I . . . if I prepare you. An' only this one time. Just this once.”
“Why . . . what is it?”
“Well . . .” Sonic trailed off, sitting his hand on her stomach. He felt the muscles jump under his touch, not a startled clenching, but an aroused jerk. Good, he was beginning to worry he'd have to start all over with her and he had serous doubts that he would be able to move as slowly as he had before, his blood already boiling from the heat of his desire. He stroked her flat belly for a moment before he trailed his fingers lower. “It's not . . . complex. It's real simple actually.” Lower his fingers moved, until they slipped between her legs. “It starts here.” He whispered, rubbing lightly. Sally made a loud, startled sound, her hips jerking. “Remember tellin' me it ached?” His fingers stroked, tracing the outer most part of her before creeping to more intimate places.
“Sonic.” Sally gasped, her eyes slipping shut.
“An' I told ya it was wakin' up . . . that it was wantin' for the part that was missin'? Ya see, what it's missin' . . . what it's wantin', though ya don't know it yet, is me. My part. It goes in, like this.” Sonic gently slipped a finger inside her, Sally moaning, her hips bucking slightly. Pleasure seemed to devourer her whole. It was a strange, new pleasure, but it was pleasure undeniable. But still the aching persisted. Still her insides called out, wanting something more, wanting the thing Sonic was describing.
“Please Sonic, please.” She whimpered, groaning. His finger seemed to delve a little deeper and she yelped, gathering the sheet beneath her into her fists.
“My part . . . it's a good bit bigger than my finger though and you're real tight inside. I ain't gonna fit just right at first an' there'll be a little blood and a little pain. But you're made for me, for my part Sal so after a couple minutes, your body, it opens enough an' it'll start ta feel good. Real good. Better than this feels.” He stroked his thumb over the sensitive nub over her opening, moaning loudly at her cries of pleasure.
“Oh Gods . . . Sonic . . . please.”
“Just a minute more . . . just a minute more.” He seemed to be talking more to himself than to her, his fingers sliding over her a little faster. “Gods I can't wait much longer.” He growled, biting at his lip, worrying it with his teeth. Suddenly his hand was gone and the springs of the mattress squealed loudly as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over Sally. She opened her eyes when she felt the warmth of his body against her own. He settled between her legs and Sally felt something, that part of him that her body must be longing for press gently against her, where his hand had been before. She gasped and shifted, uncertain again. The unseen thing felt rather large and unyielding. Sonic groaned when she moved, pressing forward slightly.
“Sonic?”
“It's alright. Just hold still.” His part pressed forward again, this time pressing inward a little, the very tip of him nudging inward.
“Sonic . .” Her voice was unsteady, unsure, frightened.
“Shhh . . . Sal, it's okay. I just can't wait no more. I'm afraid I won't be able to go slow with you if I wait any more. This . . . this is new for me too.” He smiled down at her. “Just close your eyes and hold still . . . I promise it'll only hurt for a minute.” Sally opened her mouth to say something but the words died not only on her lips, but in her mind as well as he pushed forward. Sally's eyes snapped shut, her hands clutching Sonic's upper arms as he moved closer, his member slipping deeper. There was a burning sensation at first and then suddenly a sharp pain as he seemed to hit a barrier and pushed through it. The tearing sensation subsided rather quickly. He was in her now, hot and to big. Sally shifted, trying to adjust to the new presser he was exerting on her innermost parts. Sonic gasped and winced, his arms shaking as she moved.
“Does . . . it hurt you too?” She asked softly, looking up at his strained face.
“No. Just . . . please . . . be . . . be still.” He took a gulping breath, worrying his lower lip with his teeth once more. “Let her adjust, let her adjust.” He whispered under his breath, the words a rushed pray to remain motionless for a moment more so Sally's body would have a chance to get used to his own. But the need to thrust was strong and only a second or two later he gave in to his need, beginning to move slowly. The burning returned, but it was not as bad as it had been before and Sally took a shuddering breath, feeling the first twinges of pleasure sweep over her, pushing thoughts of the burning, the soreness away. Strange and wonderful the way the feelings changed, the pain leaving her as she was engulfed in this new pleasure. Sonic's thrusts deepened a little, but the new pace was welcome, her body suddenly wanting him pushing against her, wanting him to delve deeper. Sally moaned, wrapping her arms around him, pulling herself closer, her hips beginning to rise to meet his thrusts. Amazing the sensation as he slipped deep inside. It was hard to believe that only a minute ago she had felt too full, uncomfortably stretched, for suddenly she was not full enough and she shifted so he could push deeper inside, crying out as he sped up, pushing harder still. Sonic echoed her cry, pressing his muzzle into the side of her neck, his breath brushing over her fur in quick little puffs. Something was changing in Sally's body, the fire within her raging out of control. She wrapped her legs around Sonic's waist, her tiny claws heedlessly biting into the skin on his back. Sonic growled her name, his stokes becoming rougher, his control nearly completely gone.
“More.” Sally moaned into his ear, straining upward, meeting his thrusts with a desperateness she didn't understand. Something was going to happen, something she needed, if only he'd go a little faster, thrust a little harder.
“Ahhh . . . yesss.” He hissed, letting go of that last bit of hesitation, allowing himself to lose control, beginning to thrust wildly. Sally arched beneath him and he could feel her insides tightening around him, squeezing him so pleasantly.
Sally felt the pleasure spiraling upward and she clung to Sonic tightly, her body pressing against his own. Higher she climbed, suddenly certain such a wonderful feeling would certainly kill her, that her heart would burst, that she would explode. And then suddenly she did explode. Pleasure unlike anything she had ever known ripped through her body, her insides contracting rhythmically, clenching in ecstasy, a scream of release echoing around them. She felt Sonic clutching at her bottom as he grinded against her, making her climax continue, prolonging the experience. He was making gruff, groaning sounds now, his body freezing and Sally felt a rush of warm fluid. He collapsed, his body settling on hers, his weight substantial, but not crushing. A moment later Sonic rolled off of her onto his side, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Ya okay Sal?” He asked softly, brushing away the hair that stuck to her sweat dampened brow.
“I'm fine.” She replied, pressing against him, her muzzle pressing under his chin.
“I didn't hurtcha to bad?”
“No . . . not much . . . it was . . . nice, very nice for the most part.” She sighed in thought then shifted to look at him. “Was it . . .nice for you too?”
“Oh Sal . . . it was perfect. You were perfect.”
“Really?”
“Honest.” He smiled, kissing her lightly. “I love ya Sal.”
“I love you too Sonic.” She yawned, her eyes feeling heavy. Sally snuggled closer, her body relaxing against the warmth of his. Her eyes slipped shut as she felt Sonic pull the quilt at the foot of the bed over them.
“Night Sal.” He whispered, his nose resting in her hair.
“Goodnight, my King.”