Consummating The Marriage Novels & Stories

I was just about to turn when- "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now-" I choked on my own saliva before the officiant could finish his sentence and coughed to interrupt him. I felt Kate tense from behind me and I felt myself tense harder. Of course, there was the part where the couple is meant to kiss. I glanced at Mr. Asshole and I saw him just stare ahead with his trademark blank expression on his face. Huh? The Jamaican officiant eyed me tentatively before clearing his throat again. "You may now-"

Killian said suddenly, "most wives would be nervous about their wedding night." I turned to stare at him, my heart skipping a beat. "What?" "I said most wives would be nervous." "About what?" His lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. "About consummating their marriage." The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I felt my face flush hot. "Consummating?" I repeated, my voice coming out higher than intended. "It is traditional." "This isn't a traditional marriage." "Isn't it?" I stared at him, my mind racing. In all the chaos of the past few days, I hadn't really thought about... that. About the physical aspects of being married to him.

he sighed, exasperation, expression stark. “You will carry and have my baby, but I will not sleep with you for that purpose, even if I want that more than anything. We’ll have artificial insemination according to the terms of the contract. We don't need to consummate our marriage as per the mating ceremony rituals; all that is bullshit.” I winced. He continued. “We have a limited time together, we need to stick to the plan so we don't miss the whole point.” Ditto! That was the problem right there.

"You cannot be serious." I stared at the contract spread across my kitchen table, the words of clause seventeen burning into my retinas. Lily stood behind me, reading over my shoulder, her silence more terrifying than any reaction. In the event that either party is required to demonstrate marital intimacy for legal, business, or social purposes, both parties consent to physical contact including but not limited to: hand-holding, embracing, kissing, and other displays of affection as deemed necessary by Party A (Declan Westcott) to maintain the authenticity of the marriage.

Natasha POV [PAST] 2 years ago, A marriage is about sharing your life with your partner, enjoying the journey along the way, and arriving at every destination together. When you realize that you truly love someone, you will want to spend the rest of your life with that person, through sickness and health, through poverty and wealth, and through thick and thin. The vow is holy and sacred and is spoken in front of God. It will be a life-long journey that thrives on love, commitment, trust, respect, communication, patience, and companionship.

Cold has crept into his eyes, like he's condemning himself for whatever has to happen that night, like it's his fault. “What about it?” The minister speaks. Vade looks down at his hands with a clenched jaw. “I’m concerned about the consummation.” I immediately wrack my brain for why that word sounds so familiar. There are so many customs and traditions I don't remember about this word, but for some reason this one hits me all at once. “Consummation…we have to have sex?” I blurt out. “It’s customary in royal marriages," the minister scrambles to aid, his fingers quivering slightly as he adjusts the lapel of his jacket.

“After three years of marriage, His Majesty has agreed to consummate your union.” The room went silent. The words hit me like a thunderclap. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I just stood there, staring at them, my pulse roaring in my head. “Consummate?” I repeated, my voice flat. “As in—sex?” None of them answered. They didn’t need to. Their silence said everything. My knees felt weak. I stumbled back, gripping the bedpost like it could anchor me to reality. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real.

She is ready for me. I want us to be one. To consummate our marriage in the most sensuous and passionate way. This is a day to remember. And it should be a night to recall too. Quickly, like a thief being chased in the dead of the night, my heart races and I pull my pants down. I give her another kiss on the forehead and on the lips before driving my eager manhood into her divine palace as she cries out in pleasure and ecstasy. THE END!

A wave of happiness washes over me as I smile and gently slide the ring onto her finger "I don’t have a ring for you," she says, I shrug, a grin spreading across my face. "That’s okay, you can just kiss me because it’s sealed. We are now married." With those words, I lean in and press my lips against hers, feeling an intense tingling sensation ripple through my body. As I deepen the kiss, my lips move against hers with a gentle urgency, each movement igniting a fire within me. The world around us fades away; in that moment, nothing else matters—no worries or fears, no past or future. It’s just the heat of the moment, the intense connection between us.

— Well, you being mates are already basically married dear – Kath says laughing – but to make it official you really need to have the mating, this will trigger your mark and connect you for the rest of your life – shows the beautiful mark, similar to a tattoo of a wolf on his right shoulder. Too much information to process. First, I'm technically almost married, which as scary as it sounds doesn't entirely displease me. In the meantime that I'm with my partner I already feel incredibly attached to him. Comrades thing. Second, all I have to do is give myself to him and we'll be linked forever, something super similar to the old days where the girl was "deflowered" and the boy had to take resp