A traditional start to a traditional marriage

Just as Ms. Sharp had promised, the wedding she arranged was held was a rather old-fashioned one, held in the large church near the center of town. Standing near the alter in a long, white wedding dress that covered his entire body in frilly fabric, his face and hair hidden by a filmy veil he could just about see through, Jamie tried to listen carefully as the old priestess spoke at length about the Goddess' stern love for all her children and how that reflected how a wife should view her husband. Momma wasn't particularly religious despite her strict views, so this was the first time he'd actually attended a service. His heart was pounding so hard it was difficult to even hear anything the priestess was saying, and his head felt like it was spinning most of the time. He could still hardly believe he was getting married, barely two weeks since he'd first met the woman who was to be his wife. Ms. Sharp had somehow arranged for things to happen very quickly, and since she was paying for everything Momma had to go along with it despite her private grumbling. As soon as this rather long ceremony finished, after he spoke the vows Ms Sharp had promised she'd hear from him again, he'd be hers...her husband.

Despite the grand setting, there weren't that many guests filling the rows of weathered wooden pews lining the aisle ahead of him. On Jamie's side, there was his softly sobbing Father, his stiff-backed Mother, a few distant family members he'd hardly spoken to and some old friends of his parents. No-one his age of course, he hadn't even thought of anyone at school he could tell he was getting married or ask for advice. It wasn't like he had friends there anymore. He wondered when he disappeared from classes tomorrow if anyone would even noticed he was gone. On his right, the bride's side of the room, there were just a handful of people, an older woman with grey hair who shared Ms. Sharp's piercing stare sat beside a short, squirrely man who must have been about twenty years her junior. His wife to be's mother, though her chosen partner seemed to be quite a bit younger than her daughter. He shivered when her icy gaze fell on him and her lips curled into an appreciative smile. There were a few other suited women, and a collection of men in smart dresses, most just a bit older than him and really rather pretty, with perfect makeup and hair. The husbands of his wife's best women and friends, he guessed. Her circle all seemed to share her views on marriage, he thought with a blush, wondering if all these women were as strict on their husbands as Ms. Sharp seemed to plan to be with him.

Standing in a line behind him were his groomsmen, three pretty young men he'd never met before or spoken more than a few words to, all chosen by his bride. Then flanking them, his wife's best women, a pair of tall, handsome ladies in smart suits...and Belle, of course. Jamie had never seen his older sister look more miserable or uncomfortable as she stood there behind his wife, her lips pursed into a strained line and her eyes hollow. She hadn't looked at him even once since he'd walked down the aisle hand in hand with Momma, but there were several tears glistening on her pale cheeks. Jamie felt a dull ache in his chest as he stared at Belle, wishing he could find the courage to hug her or something. She must be so worried about him after meeting Ms. Sharp but he'd never quite found the words to explain to her that this was...sort of what he wanted. Sure, his bride was a bit scary, but after how she'd gently talked him through her expectations during their meeting at the restaurant, and the way she'd stood up to Momma, the boy found himself actually excited about being married to her. He wanted to learn to be a good husband for her, the kind of man a rich, handsome woman like her deserved, and he had to admit the thought of her teaching him how in her own strict way was somehow rather...thrilling.

Thoughts of his wife-to-be drew his distracted gaze back to her and he found her piercing gaze settled firmly on him the way it had remained ever since he'd walked down the aisle in front of her. She smiled at him when she caught his eyes through the veil, her full lips curling. Jamie felt his cheeks burn at the sight. Somehow with just a smile she could make him feel so small and so...eager to please her. He felt almost like he should be kneeling at her feet right now, like that was where he belonged instead of trying to stand in front of her. The thought made his blush deepen, and a very naughty tingling start between his legs, his dick twitching in the soft white lingerie he wore under his long dress. Moments like these made him think of the night to come and what Ms. Sharp would want to do with him once they were alone together, even as the priestess' words about the value of male purity and innocence rang rather jarringly through the air. He wondered if she'd be as strict in bed as she seemed to be out of it, and whether that might be a good thing. At least she'd be able to teach him how to please her. He really didn't know much at all about what women wanted from their husbands and that had always made him very nervous about how his wedding night might go.

"The time has come for the couple to speak their vows, in sight of the Goddess in her anointed church, and to be joined in holy matrimony." The elderly priestess intoned in a dry voice, raising her hands high. Jamie stiffened, realizing his cue had come. "Elizabeth Sharp and Jamie Holiday, please join your hands and declare your consent to be wed before the Goddess." Jamie turned a bit, until he faced his wife, and stood right in front of the intimidating, handsome woman who he was going to belong to from this day forth. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached out her hands and took both his in a firm grip. The boy shivered at the feeling of her large, warm hands over his own, holding him in place with what he imagined was barely a fraction of her strength. He stared at her shyly through the filmy veil, as her icy blue eyes pinned him under a level stare.

"I, Elizabeth Sharp, do take you Jamie Holiday to be my lawfully wedded husband." She began, her strong voice echoing through the church. "To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish and guide, now and always." Jamie shivered at her words, feeling a tightness in his throat as they seemed to hang in the air around him. "Your turn." She murmured quietly, her voice a soft, insistent whisper.

"I, Jamie Holiday...do take you, Elizabeth Sharp, to be my lawfully wedded wife." He'd practiced the words what felt like a hundred times in front of the mirror, but he still tripped over them, stammering out those last words with a twisted tongue. Ms. Sharp just smiled, her eyebrow darting up in expectation, and he hurriedly continued with an even more furious blush. "In sickness and in health. To love...and honor and obey, now and always." He finished with a gasp, and just like that they were married.

"I now proclaim you husband and wife." The priestess said, though Jamie hardly heard her. Nothing had changed...he didn't feel any different, he was still the same boy, and yet at the same time everything had. He was now Jamie Sharp, the husband of the woman who stood in front of him with her icy eyes alight and a smile of thin delight on her lips. As she'd explained to him in that restaurant, she'd be the one in charge of him now and she'd be expecting him to hold him to those vows, in particular the one about obeying her. Other things she'd said too rushed through his mind as he stood there with her hands gripping his, words like firm, consistent discipline and correcting his behavior. Just what would that mean for him, what sort of thing would she do if he made her mad somehow? As her icy blue eyes held him there he had no doubt she knew exactly how to take him very firmly in hand if she ever thought it necessary. Jamie felt a little faint for a moment, like he was about to trip over, only he knew his new wife would be there to catch him if he fell, and that thought felt rather warm and comforting even through all his nervous anticipation of where this was going.

Jamie was still in a daze as Ms. Sharp...or Elizabeth slid a beautiful golden ring with a sparkling diamond onto his finger, still firmly holding his hand by the wrist like she never meant to let it go. The boy stared in awe at the gorgeous jewellery now wrapped around his finger, very much aware it was the most expensive thing he'd ever touched, let alone worn. He glanced up at Elizabeth in shock, more than a little surprised she'd spend so much on a ring for him. His new wife's smile widened, and she gave him a small nod that felt rather reassuring too.

"You may kiss the groom." The priestess murmured then. Elizabeth let his hand drop at last, leaving him pining a bit for the feeling of her warm fingers on his, but only for a moment, because then his new wife reached up and gently flipped the veil back over his hair, exposing his freckled, blushing face. Her eyes lit up as they flickered over him, and he was sure he heard a little gasp of wonder from her lips while she drank in the sight of him. Then she took him firmly by both shoulders, bending over, and her lips found his. His first kiss, taken by her without hesitation as he trembled in her grasp. She felt so big and warm against him, like a mountain looming over his body, but her lips were soft and gentle pressed against his.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Elizabeth drew back. Her eyes seemed to simmer as she stared at him, the icy pupils glowing with expectation and need that made his heart pound inside his chest. She wanted him...he had no doubt of that suddenly. Even as stubby, freckly and unattractive as he was, were they not in a crowded church with their families watching he knew this fierce woman lurking underneath her composed exterior would have ripped the wedding dress from his body and done things to him he could hardly imagine, things that made his cheeks burn and his stiff dick ache between his legs. She tore her gaze from him and turned to face the crowd, the moment passing, but Jamie just stared up at her still, hot gasps emerging from his tingling lips. Soon enough, when they retired to her home for their wedding night, he'd find out just what she wanted from him...