Chapter 2: Building Tension
The bride's heart was pounding in her chest as she stood before the opulent four-poster bed, her eyes wide with apprehension. The wedding day had been nothing short of magical, but now it was time for the true beginning of her marriage to the woman she loved. The Futa Dominant, who stood before her with the patience of a saint, seemed to sense her fear and took her hand, pulling her forward to stand upon the plush, silk carpet.
"Don't be afraid, my love," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.
"You will be so beautiful, and I will cherish every moment."
The bride's eyes filled with tears as she felt her fear melt away, replaced by anticipation and excitement. She knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, and she was eager to explore the new possibilities that lay ahead.
The futa dominant's hands caressed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts, and the delicate lines that marked her new feminine form.
The Sissy Bride shivered with pleasure under her touch, her body tingling with anticipation.
"I want you so badly," the Futa Dominant whispered, her breath hot against the Sissy Bride's ear. "You're mine now, and I'm going to make you feel things you've never even imagined."
The Sissy Bride nodded, her pulse racing as she felt the Futa Dominant's hands move to the ties of her gown.
With a swift movement, the knots were undone, and the fabric fell to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but her stockings, garter belt and heels. The air in the room was thick with anticipation as the Futa Dominant took a step back to admire her new wife, her gaze lingering on the delicate curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and the blush that rose to her cheeks.
"You're perfect," the Futa Dominant whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
"Now..." the futa said huskily while brushing a hand against her bride's blushing cheek. "It is time for your wifely duties."
She grabbed the bride by the throat and pushed her to her knees. The bride gasped in surprise and excitement.
She felt a shiver of fear mingling with the anticipation as she sank to her knees on the plush, silk carpet. The Futa Dominant stood before her, hands on her hips, and looked down at her new wife with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.
"You look so beautiful on your knees for me, my love," the Futa Dominant said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The bride shivered at this, her pulse racing with anticipation as her thoughts turned to the raw, explicit act awaiting them.
She wanted nothing more than to worship her new wife's body, to feel that phallus deep inside her, filling her up and making her whole.
The Futa Dominant smirked at this, taking a step closer to the bride, her body towering over her as she reached down to tangle her fingers in the bride's long, blonde hair.
"You want this, don't you?" she growled, pulling gently on the bride's hair to tilt her head back and expose the delicate line of her throat.
The bride's eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft, breathy yes, her pulse racing with excitement. She loved the feeling of the Futa Dominant's hands on her, the way she took control, and made her feel like she was his to do with as he pleased.
The Futa Dominant smirked at this, using her grip on the bride's hair to pull her closer, their bodies inches apart. She could feel the heat radiating off of her new wife, could see the hunger and desire in her eyes.
The Futa Dominant reached down and unzipped her pants, revealing the massive, hard cock that lay hidden beneath.
The Sissy Bride's breath hitched in her throat as she took in the sight of the phallus, the tip glistening with arousal.
She had known that her new wife was a futa, but she had never seen her cock before. It was massive, easily twice the size of any cock she had ever seen, and she couldn't wait to feel it inside her.
The Futa Dominant smirked at her reaction, using her grip on the bride's hair to pull her closer. She could feel the heat of the phallus as it brushed against her cheek, the weight of it heavy against her skin.
"Open your mouth," the Futa Dominant growled, her voice low and commanding.
The bride smiled, excited and eager as she compliantly opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to trace her lips.
The Futa Dominant chuckled at the sight, her eyes burning with desire.
"Good girl," she said, her voice almost gentle as she ran her hand through the bride's soft hair. The bride smiled, her heart beating faster as she felt the phallus pressing against her lips, the head glistening with pre-cum.
She opened wide, her tongue snaking out to taste the salty, musky taste of the Futa Dominant's arousal. The taste was intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly sucking on the tip, swirling her tongue over the sensitive flesh as she heard the Futa Dominant's breath catch in her throat.
"Fuck, yes," the Futa Dominant hissed, her grip on the bride's hair tightening as she began to thrust her hips forward, pushing more of her phallus into the bride's mouth.
The bride eagerly accepted it, her tongue swirling around the base as she sucked and licked, her own arousal building as she tasted her new wife's pleasure.
"That's it, my love, take it all," the Futa Dominant growled, her voice heavy with desire.
The bride could feel the phallus hitting the back of her throat, could feel herself gagging slightly, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort, and she found herself eager for more, her own arousal building as she tasted the Futa Dominant's pleasure.
"You fucking little slut," the Futa Dominant panted, her hips rocking back and forth as she used the bride's mouth to bring herself to orgasm.
The bride moaned around the phallus, her pussy throbbing with need, her nipples hard as diamonds through the fabric of her wedding dress.
"I want this cock inside me. Fuck, I fucking need it," she panted, her pulse racing as she bucked her hips against her panties.
"Beg me," the Futa Dominant growled, her voice husky with desire.
The Sissy Bride gasped at the command, her eyes wide as she looked up at the Futa Dominant. She was surprised by the dirty talk, but it only made her more turned on.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I need that cock inside me.
I need to feel it fucking me, filling me up and claiming me as yours," the bride pleaded, her voice trembling with desire.
The Futa Dominant's hands tightened in the bride's hair, the phallus twitching in her mouth as she felt the bride's tongue swirl around it.
"Beg me some more, my little slut. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear the words leave your lips as you beg for my cock," the Futa Dominant demanded, her voice low and commanding.
The Sissy Bride shivered with desire as she felt the phallus twitch in her mouth, the pleasure intensifying as she obeyed her new wife's command.
"Please, I need it. I need to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me, to make me yours," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desire as the words left her lips.
The Futa Dominant's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back as she looked down at her bride with a wicked smirk.
"Please, my love, take me now," the Sissy Bride begged, her voice trembling with desire as she felt her arousal spike even higher at the Futa Dominant's commanding presence.
The Futa Dominant's smirk deepened as she pulled her phallus out of the bride's mouth, tracing it along her lips, chin and neck before moving it down her throat and chest.
She looked into the Sissy Bride's eyes, her own hooded with desire, and slowly traced the tip of her phallus over the bride's nipple. The bride moaned, her hips bucking as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body.
"Please, my love," she begged, her voice trembling with desire as she looked up at the Futa Dominant with pleading eyes.
The Futa Dominant's smirk deepened as she saw the desperation in her bride's eyes, the need burning in her soul. She stepped closer, brushing her fingertips across the bride's chest, her phallus pressing against the bare skin of the bride's thigh.
"Please," the bride begged again, "fuck me, claim me as your own."
The Futa Dominant smirked, luxuriating in the submissive nature of her bride. She leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Not yet, my love.