Timur- The Night Before

The wedding is tomorrow, but after seeing Belia as vulnerable and insecure as she's been the past few days, Timur knows he can't wait. Not to mention all of her questions about him having consorts. He needs to show Belia how he feels about her. Belia stumbles a bit, and Timur helps her to the bed.

"Belia," Timur says as he sits next to her, "what is the custom on Krystaliv for the um, wedding night?"

"What do you mean?" Belia asks after a moment.

"Well, to make sure the marriage is, official, several elders have to make sure the marriage is consummated." Belia's eyes widen, and he can tell she read his mind.

"You mean they stand in the room, and, and watch?" Timur nods, the subject too awkward for words. "Is there a way to get out of it?"

"I'm afraid not. Can I assume this will be your first time?" Belia doesn't reply, which is answer enough for Timur. "Something like this needs to be special, and just between you and I. If you're comfortable with it," Timur pauses, not sure how to suggest what he wants to Belia. "We're getting married tomorrow, so if you're comfortable with it, we could, you know, tonight so tomorrow it won't be as awkward with the officials."

"You mean, you want to, now?" Timur tucks some of Belia's hair behind her ear.

"If you don't want to, then we won't." Belia looks away.

"You want to," she says.

"I do, but if you're even the slightest bit unsure, then we shouldn't," Timur says. He watches Belia's eyes. He may not be able to read Belia's mind, but the look in her eyes is enough to tell Timur what she's thinking. Belia lets her hair down and turns back to face Timur. "You're sure?" Timur asks. Belia nods, and Timur leans in and kisses her. His heart is thumping against his chest as his nerves and libido fight each other. Unlike Belia, Timur has experience in such matters, but for some reason, Timur feels like it's his first time too. Timur slowly takes his shirt off and continues kissing Belia. Her breath hitches as he kisses her neck. Suddenly, Timur knows exactly what Belia wants. He straddles her and fondles her as he kisses her neck. His movements are slow and methodical, and he makes sure he's thoroughly exciting Belia's senses. Belia's breathing becomes heavy. He lingers before slipping his hand up Belia's skirt. Belia's body tenses up, but Timur knows this is what she wants. Timur kisses Belia more; touches her more. He gets lost in her thoughts, and suddenly he feels a light touch. It's enough to almost make him lose control. "You don't have to," Timur says, stopping Belia.

"You want it, so I want to do it," Belia says.

"Are you sure, there's no going back after this," Timur says, stifling a moan. Belia touches him again, this time a little firmer.

"I'm sure." Timur couldn't take it. He completely strips, and he immediately can feel Belia's embarrassment. However, Belia touches him more, which only makes Timur want her more. Before he completely loses his composure, Timur stops Belia. He slowly takes her clothes off, making sure his hands linger on her exposed skin. Nothing between the two of them; they get absorbed in the pleasure of each other's bodies. Timur kisses every inch of Belia. He works his way up and down, his mouth memorizing where she likes it. Belia runs her fingers through his hair which gives Timur goosebumps. When the time comes, Timur can barely keep himself together. He used his tongue and fingers to help prepare her; he can feel Belia is ready both physically and mentally. Timur kisses Belia passionately on the mouth and fondles her in hopes of distracting her. Belia flinches, and Timur can feel her pain.

"Are you okay?" Timur asks, fighting the urge to move.

"Yes," Belia winces. Timur waits a moment more before continuing.

"I love you," Timur whispers in Belia's ear as he begins moving. Timur can sense as Belia's pain becomes pleasure. Suddenly, Timur begins to feel odd. He and Belia let out a moan at the same time. Everything blurs together, his thoughts and sensations with hers.

"Timur!" Belia says breathlessly. "T, Timur!" Timur didn't know he could feel this good. The feeling builds until they both explode with pleasure.

The act done, Timur lays next to Belia. Belia's thoughts fade, and soon all Timur senses are his own. They only did it once, but Timur is both physically and mentally exhausted.

"Are you okay?" Timur asks after he catches his breath.

"Yes," Belia says without moving her lips. "Or I think I am. My body feels so hot, it's hard to tell." They both stare at the ceiling, trying to process what they just did.

"That was intense," Timur says, finding the silence is making the situation more awkward.

"It was for me too, but it, it felt good," Belia says, and her cheeks become a deep purple as she blushes.

"I'm glad… If I may, what was all that?"

"All what?"

"You didn't feel it? Feel me in your head?"

"Oh, that." Belia pauses. "We formed a, romantic telepathic bond," Belia says. "It's rare and is usually a sign that the relationship will be strong."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling very strong at the moment if you get what I mean."

"Can, can you hold me?" Belia asks. Timur scootches closer and wraps his arms around Belia, and they fall asleep in each other's arms.