Inside

Ishkoisi nervously looked at her husband as he removed his breechcloth. Her grandmother told her what to expect, but she left out so many details—she regretted not asking. It sounded like it would hurt, but as she described it, it feels different for every woman. Her role was to let him do what he desires. If he's a good husband, it'll be good. Ishkoisi was uncertain.

She took off her mother's necklace and put it into her pouch, making sure it did not tangle with Nanaiya's. Her husband's eyes were on her, that much she could feel. He watched as she put her pouch aside, then slowly lifted her dress. It was strange to her. For as long as she had lived, she was told to always be clothed in the presence of others. She willingly complied, but now the expectation was for her to do the opposite. She wished she had a say in it all.

Her anxiety over this resulted in a moments hesitation, but she removed her dress, putting it to the side. She avoided eye contact, afraid of how he would see her. Ishkoisi covered herself as she faced her husband, her eyes down, focused at his feet.

She felt herself shiver as he touched her, gently sliding his hands down her arms as he kissed her lips. The passion from before had only intensified as the night went on. His touching of her heightened that tension. She rotated her hands, now no longer covering her breasts, and caressed the muscles of his chest. They were hard, but she loved the feel of his skin. This contact, a mixture of his kisses and her touch, ebbed away her anxieties, replacing it with desire. Her husband then took her in his arms, lightly laying her onto the tanned hides of buffalo.

From this bed, Ishkoisi watched as her husband removed his underwear. She slid down her own as he moved on top of her. His kisses returned, his fingers delicately on her neck. She felt his weight as her nerves grew ever more sensitive. Every spot of skin meeting skin felt divine. Ishkoisi, palming the back of his hands, dragged them to her chest. Eagerly, he pressed down on them, massaging with his fingers. From the pressure of his grip, she would likely bruise, but from what pain was elicited, an equal amount of pleasure was gained. The building tension was becoming unbearable. Though worried of the pain, she wanted a release.

Her husband moved down, putting his face in her breast. She could feel the tip of his penis on her pelvis, too high to go in. Reaching down, she helped guide it, taking care to be gentle. Once at the right spot, he thrusted in, forcing Ishkoisi to verbally moan. It burned going in, not intensely, but enough to cause pain. She squeezed down on his back to ease it.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Mhmm," she managed. It wasn't just pain she felt; there was a great amount of pleasure. Her nerves were electric as she felt herself stretch. It was like a part of her was being returned. It felt good in her, massaging and rubbing as it moved back and forth.

Her husband moved quicker, increasing his pace. Ishkoisi found the sudden shift to her liking. A tingling wave flowed within her as his throbbing intensified. She felt it pulsate as he climaxed. His pulling out afterwards brought a new pleasure, that stimulating movement, but she wanted him back in.

Her husband rolled onto his back, letting out a loud sigh. Ishkoisi yearned for his touch, but it wouldn't come. Her husband was spent. She curled up next to him, wrapping her leg over his, and lightly placing her hand on his chest. The little hairs on her arm tingled under her husband's fond caresses. After a short while, he was asleep. Ishkoisi gazed at her sleeping man, admiring him. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be—she wished it were longer. She played with his chest, circling the hair with her fingers. Eventually she too fell to slumber, asleep with her husband in her arms.