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Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

The day crawled by, and he wished it were done, but it was interesting to meet her relatives and friends and he tried not to get them mixed up.

He was also glad to see some of his college friends, and professors, who congratulated him on how well he'd done. While he admitted that his record keeping was improving, he always made sure that they knew it was Lanna who had caused all this success and how lucky he was to have her. No one seemed to disagree with him.

Dinner was strange, since she was in the room and he could hear her, but there was a screen between them and they entered through separate sides. The guests could come to either of them, but they would avoid seeing each other.

Afterwards, he went to the music room and played love songs and concertos for over an hour, then went to his room.
He didn't eat a snack, not being hungry without her.
 
When dinner was over, Lanna grinned and listened just outside of the music room and smiled, clapping after the songs and the performance, enjoying each and every selection he played and sang. When he was done, she disappeared from the hall and went up to her room, hoping to get a good night's sleep before their wedding. Of course, she couldn't sleep at all. She was too excited.
 
Hugh would have sworn he couldn't sleep, but his next thought was that the sun was rising.

He ate a hearty breakfast, thanking Gretel, who wished him good luck. "And I must to the kitchens! All the ovens here and at the church are cooking for you Master Hugh!"

He stretched and exercised, then sat until Tarin came to get him. Carruthers was in a Tux. When Hugh had asked him to be the best man, he'd thought for a second that the old man would cry. Instead, he rolled his eyes saying, "As if my day wasn't busy enough, but for you, Master, I suppose I can fit it in."

Hugh hugged him tightly and Carruthers eyed widened then misted as he turned away, clearing his throat. "Your parents are so very proud. I'm certain your father is."

Hugh wondered what that was about, but he practiced his line and let Tarin, and Mike, his groomsmen, escort him to the front of the church. The ushers were her cousins and two of his professors, looking very dapper in their full tuxes. All seemed to be going with out a hitch.

The musicians began to play and he turned, reminding himself not to lock his knees so he wouldn't faint. Carruthers made some comment about not having seen her today, and Tarin piped in, "Oh stop harassing him, she's here and even a bit more gorgeous than usual. The maids are going to look like dead fish in comparison. Poor girls..who'd want that comparison."
 
Lanna's maid of honor was a woman who'd been friends with her for most of her life--a pretty redhead with a figure that was perfectly proportionate to her body. She wore the seafoam green dress with dignity and pride. As did the two bridesmaids--some cousins. She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the carriage that had taken her over to the abbey. It was a beautiful day and everyone was looking happy. Of that she was glad. She didn't want anything to go wrong today. And any little disasters that happened were wisely kept from her knowledge.

She was beautiful. As she came inside and the music started, she watched her friends and family walk down the aisle first. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward as the music changed. She walked down with Mike, since her parents and grandparents were no longer in the world. Her hair was done in a lovely up-do that left only curly tendrils to brush against her shoulders and frame her lovely face. The dress looked amazing on her. No one looked away as she walked down the aisle. She grinned and finally came to his side, absolutely beaming.
 
(good taste on the dress! Very nice!)

Hugh was getting antsy. Finally, the music started, and the bridesmaids started forward. If he had never met Lanna, he would have been glad to date any of them.

But then the music changed and she appeared. His jaw dropped, and he felt both blessed and tiny to have been given such a goddess. For she would have put the sculptors of Aphrodite to shame.

When she drew up to him and was presented, he had to be nudged to take her hand, but his goofy smile said it all. He was madly in love with the world's best woman, and she was his gift today.

He only half heard the priest began the opening words.
 
((Thanks!))

Lanna grinned as his jaw dropped and he had that goofy, love-sick smile of his pasted on his face. Intensely happy, she held the hand of the very handsome and adorable man that she was marrying. She couldn't help but love the way he looked at her. The ceremony took off without a hitch and before long, it was time to kiss the bride.
 
He said his vows in a dream. Fortunately, he'd practiced so often.

He almost muffed it, then he realized he'd heard the word kiss. He moved forward so fast that his lips bumped her tooth. But then he was holding her, his ring was forever on her and she was kissing him. She was his and he was in heaven.

"I love you so much Lanna, and I will do my best to make you happy."

The crowd erupted in cheers, and He extened his arms to walk her down the red carpeted aisle, where a gilded coach awaited.

He whispered. "I know we can't skip the reception and dinner, but I SO want to."
 
She chuckled at how fast he came in, and the crowd thought it was cute too. She kissed him back, melting into his arms and letting him hold her. It felt so good--so marvelous to be in his arms after what seemed like such a long time. She grinned as he pulled away and told her he'd make her happy. There was no doubt in her mind that he would. When the cheering started, she grinned and took his arm, walking quickly with him to their coach.

As the door was opened to her, she slipped in and laughed as he told her he wanted to skip the celebration. "I understand, my love. But don't worry. You'll have me all night and for the rest of your life." She chuckled and kissed him once more, loving the feel of his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and the world went away, just leaving her with her husband.
 
That coach ride, with the window shut, he stroked her breasts, her cheek, even daringly running his hand up her leg.

They kissed again and again and he wondered if he had more lipstick on.
"You know the maker of that dress owes you. Everyone will want one...but they won't get what makes the dress so amazing...YOU!

Lanna, we have not talked about it much, but I hope you do want children. I want to raise them with you. But you have to promise me that I get any leftover milk.

I forgot to apologize...I left that glass with my cum in your bathroom. I'm know you disposed of it before the maid could see it. I hope you weren't offended. It's not like I expected you'd do anything with it..."

The coach was starting to get close to the reception. He peeked out and could see the people lined up with rice.
 
She let him do whatever he want, loving each and every touch. Her fingers ran through his hair and over his shoulders and back as he stroked her body. She panted softly and blushed as he finally pulled away. He did have a bit of lipstick on and she chuckled, taking a handkercheif from her bag and dabbing it off of him. She checked her reflection quickly in a compact that had been thoughtfully left behind and made sure that she still looked lovely before returning her attention to him.

"I'm so glad you like the dress. I fell in love with it when I saw it." She blushed as he told her that she was what made it look so good. "Thank you. Of course I want children, Hugh. And I can't think of a better man to be their father." She smiled and hugged him gently, laughing about the milk. "We'll see about that."

At his apology, she blushed a little more and shook her head. "That's alright, dear. I understand..." And then she saw they were almost there.

"Let's have some fun, okay?"
 
They were totally covered with the stupid rice. it was in his collar, down his shirt and in his shoes.

But the setting was marvelous spirals of metal bound candles provided the lighting with hints of sweet incense. And the smells of the heavenly cooking hit them as they entered. Between the oven fresh bread, large roasts, appetizers, and the spicy scent of mulled wine and cider, it was a tossup as to which was best. Carruthers looked miffed that he was not allowed to work, and Gretel and Mike held hands as they surveyed all they had created.

Glasses with mixed drinks had a thimble sized candle to burn off the excess alcohol and to brown and crisp the merangue crust. Each table had a wheel of sixteen different cheeses, with a matching set of filled wine glasses to go with each.

and the food...the variety and forms...meats shaped as so many different things, fruits cut as flowers, vegetable sculptures to eat. It overwhelmed.

Hugh was content. Her day had gone perfectly, thanks to their great friends.

Of course there were so many toasts and tapped glasses to make them kiss, as if he needed an excuse.

And they called for the first dance.
 
Lanna was thrilled. Her wedding day couldn't have been more perfect. She was thoroughly enjoying every part. She had a lovely time talking to her bridal party and the guests, eating scrumptious and creative food, and kissing her husband every so many minutes. It seemed the guests wouldn't let them rest. Hugh always put down whatever he was doing and spared no passion. She returned the favor, glad to finally be able to give her husband what he wanted. She held his hand now and then and they made their way through to cake, which was great fun.

Finally, they were at the dance. She stood with Hugh and took his hand, feeling much more graceful than she actually was. She pinned her dress so that the train wouldn't get in the way and still looked dignified. Then, she was on the dance floor with Hugh. She smiled and bowed her head waiting for him to take hold of her.
 
It began with a slow waltz, that soared into a pivan, he was fearful, but it seemed that any mistake he made was covered by a move on her part, as they flowed and flew across the empty dance floor.

Then a folk dance was set and the groomsmen and bridesmaids joined them.

It was all going wonderfully until Tarin spilled his drink, and Hugh slipped on it, turning his ankle.

Red-faced with embarrassment as the groomsmen carried him to his room, he apologized profusely to Lanna. "I wanted it all to be perfect...and I ruined the rest of the dances for you."
 
Lanna had a marvelous time dancing with her family and friends and especially her husband. When Hugh fell, however, she was instantly worried. She instructed the planner to keep things going until they made sure he was alright and figured out how to handle the situation. She followed Tarin and Hugh to the room and sat down as they sat down. She examined his ankle and saw that it was slightly swollen.

At the apologies, she silenced both men. "Accidents happen, my dear. It could have just as easily been another guest spilling a drink or another person falling. It's not as though you've done it on purpose, either one of you." She chuckled and looked at Hugh and shook her head. "I don't care about the dancing, Hugh. I just wanted to have fun with you, and celebrate with people we care about, and who care about us. that's all that really mattered. And, of course, that you're alright. Tarin, would you call for a doctor please? I just want to make sure we handle this properly."
 
A guest who was a surgeon packed Hugh's ankle in iced towels an elevated it. She smiled at Lanna. If you keep that ankle elevated and charge the ice every three hours, He'll be fine, and there's no reason you two can't continue your revels alone.

Hugh looked up as the doctor left. "Lanna, are we going to be able to play tonight?"
 
She grinned and thanked the surgeon for her help. "Thank you ma'am." When she left and it was just Hugh and Lanna she chuckled a little at his main concern. "Don't worry darling. We'll be together tonight. We'll think of something, my love. We just can't be...what's the word I'm looking for...rowdy. I'll have the guests come in here before they leave to say good bye and have the wedding planner take care of the finer details."

With that, she leaned down and kissed him. "Don't worry a bit. I'll be back in just a moment." With that, she smiled and went back out to the party to make the arrangements and the announcement that Hugh was fine, but had to stay off his feet for awhile." She spoke with a few people on her way back to the room where Hugh was set up and then left them be. Rather than sit in a chair by the bed, she crawled up with him in her wedding dress and sat atop the covers and pillows with him, leaning against him and enjoying the music from the party.

"Mmm, this is nice," she said with a smile, just laying there with him. Several people stepped in to check on them and talk for awhile, which didn't give them a lot of time to do anything risky, but before long the party was over and it was just the two of them...and every three hours someone came in with more ice.
 
He had tried to be pleasant to all, but as people left, the dull pain in his ankle and the yearning for her were enough.

He stopped the attendant from the hotel suite who came in with ice. "Excuse me, is it REALLY needed to keep interrupting us and come into our room? There IS the dumbwaiter, isn't there? I will expect that we will NOT be disturbed again unless we chime the front desk, am I clear?"

His voice dripped with chill promise of dire consequences, and the room service attendant, who had been enjoying a game of 'interrupt the new couple' gulped, realizing he'd gone too far. Nodding, he hurried from the room.

Hugh gazed up at Lanna. "Darling, right now I really want two things from my wife. The first is for her to bolt the door. The second, lovely as that dress is, is for you to be out of it and all your other clothes. Darling, I need you."

He sat up enough to remove his own clothes. When he couldn't get his pants down over the foot wrapping, he calmly pulled out his utility knife and sliced it right off, leaving him in only his shorts.

He was painfully aroused, and looked at her with lovesick and lusting need.
 
She bit back laughter at the scene with Hugh and the bellboy who'd kept bringing the ice. Really, he'd only been doing his job, but he'd seemed to take a good deal of pleasure in barging in at the wrong time. She chuckled as the frightened boy left. Shaking her head, she walked to the door and took the ice from him before closing and locking the door.

His requests were being filled as he spoke and she couldn't help but smile at him. She slipped out of her wedding dress and quickly hung it neatly over a chair. She then helped Hugh get his pants off and gently replaced the ice before she slipped out of her panties, the last piece of clothes on her body. She let him gaze at her for a long moment before she took down her hair, letting it fall down in chocolate waves. And then she crawled back up on the bed and smiled at him, kissing his lips deeply as her hands gently ran over his chest and down to the waistband of his shorts.
 
Hugh lifted his hips so his member could come into view. He'd waited so long for this and her kisses were extra sweet as was the feel of her breast against his chest.

Feeling a bit of wetness, he exclaimed. "Oh Lanna! you must be ready to burst. Let me!" So saying, he pulled her up to begin sucking on her great bosom. Quickly, he found that there was a wonderful difference in doing this while they were nude, and his hands were busy not just at her breasts, but on her back and over her rear and down her leg. He didn't touch her sex yet...there was no need to rush. Especially when her wonderful cream, held back for a day and a half, was practically gushing into his mouth.

He began to noticed just how much she enjoyed his suckling. It wasn't just for his pleasure, and when he finished, he sighed. "Darling...I know we will make love, but let's work up to it. Since that night you stopped me, I have had a great desire to please you with my mouth. Would it be too much to ask to have you straddle my face, and let me lick and suckle your other lips... I may have to do some nibbling too."

He hugged her close, truly in bliss and awaited her answer.
 
She blushed and moaned as Hugh pulled her to him and started to suckle her. Lanna wasn't quite used to this treatment, but something about it was so sensual when they were naked like this. She moaned softly as his hands ran over her naked form, her creamy skin taking a slightly rosy hue as she warmed up to him, literally.

What he wanted her to do was a bit embarrassing, but since he couldn't move and it was their wedding night, she would give him what he wanted. It was mostly a question of how to do it. So she nodded and told him to lie back. "Of course, my love. Let me just think of a way to do it," she said with a laugh. She took one of the pillows that had been propping up his upper half and put it elsewhere. She faced his foot and then managed to straddle him so that if she just leaned back, her womanhood would be directly in front of him and he could control her from there.

She did so, blushing heavily and say that he was still looking rather painfully aroused, so she did what her books had taught her. She grasped him gently, but firmly, and started to slowly stroke him.
 
He gazed upon her split petals, so like an orchid ready for it's nectar to be gathered. Just above was her mossy deep brown curly patch and above, her perfect features were framed by her exquisite bosom.

He licked and nibbled her inner thigh to excite her, then extended a tongue to just brush over her lips. Slowly, he trailed around them covering the inside, before sliding between, lifting his head and delving into her sweet depths.

He jumped as she placed a hand upon him. "Lanna, no...please. I'll cum and it will just be a mess. I want to be in you when I release...I want your body sucking me tightly in. But if you want to make me feel wonderful, roll over. I'll keep licking you and your can lift your breasts to wrap around me. THAT is something I have longed for. And your incredible bust is perfect for that task, don't you think? Maybe you could blow some warm air on me or something."

He waited for her to roll, ready to resume pleasing her.
 
She felt a little awkward with this being her first time, but Lanna was mostly just nervous because she didn't want to make a mistake. Hugh had been so wonderful to her, and she just wanted to please him. He'd waited for so long, and she knew that he was burning for her. Much like she was yearning for him. She shivered as he licked her thigh, nibbling a bit. She was very responsive and jumped a little.

Lanna moaned as he explored her lips and pushing inside of her tight pussy. She gasped as he jumped, not wanting to have hurt him so soon. Luckily, it wasn't that. He didn't want to cum until he was inside her. And she could appreciate him not wanting to make a mess. So she listened to his request, not really sure what he meant by "Turn around."

"I'm sorry love, I'm a bit new at this. how was it that you wanted me to move?"
 
He blinked. Well OK.. she was letting him be in charge, how cool. He really really adored her!

"Love, just lower yourself down flat on me, with your sweet puss right before my face, and your breasts over my tummy and crotch.

If you want to, you can look over my manhood, since you'll be close...I hope that's OK with you... Now press that pretty pussy on my poised pucker." He was feeling giddy and excited and so in love. And it wasn't even scary with Lanna, it was fun. "Please wrap those breasts around me...Lanna...would...would it be to much to kiss my manhood?"

He sighed and waited to feel her lower lips nestle into his mouth and her breasts contain his member.
 
She was a little nervous, but she shouldn't be. She told herself that this was the time to have fun and explore. So she did as Hugh asked and let him have her pussy, leaning up enough to wrap her large breasts around him, nestling his firm cock in her cleavage. Blushing she wondered if he could feel her heart beating as she kissed his tip. Her tongue swirled around it experimentally, getting a taste of him and kissing it as well.
 
His tongue was parting her again while her thick brreasts encased him in their perfect cleavage. As his lips pushed to surround her clit, he felt the unexpected joy of her tongue and her lips playing with and taking his tip.

"Oh Lanna! Please..darling don't stop that. But I fear if you take in much more of me, I will cum and your mouth will be what is filled. Oh, that would be marvelous, but I can't ask you to do such a thing."

Then his lips wer back on her, and as she sucked him, he matched her with the vacuum drawing out and engorging her clit. His tongue dancing a staccato rhythm upon it, twirling around it and digging all around.

Involuntarily, one hand came up to clutch her rear, pulling he to his face harder. The other was clenched and hitting the bed.
 
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