"Displease me once more," Lord Joseph warned. "And you will wish your father never agreed to this marriage." Roughly forcing Lance down onto his stomach, he spread his legs roughly and thrusted in, not giving him any such warning.

Gripping the pillow once more, Lance lowered his head so Lord Joseph wouldn't see the tears that slid silently down his cheeks as the young blond endured the pain. Lord Joseph smiled at Lance's silence. There was hope for this one.

As his smile grew, so did the intensity of his thrusts. Soon, Lord Joseph was like a possessed animal, only wanting to achieve climax. With grunts and pants, he pulled Lance towards him, with every thrust, going deeper into the young man. Lance emitted a painful moan as Lord Joseph drove deeeper and deeper into him. Mistaking Lance's moan for one of pleasure, he leaned down and nipped the back of Lance's neck, marking him so that everyone would know that Lance was his.

"So tight," Lord Joseph whispered huskily in Lances' ear. "But that will soon be taken care of." With a few more thrusts and nips, he finally exploded deep within his husband.

Laying still, silent tears still falling, Lance felt like his body had been ripped apart. Pulling out and moving to lay next to his young husband, Lord Joseph smiled at him, gently wiping away some of the tears. Cradling him in his arms, he spoke softly to him.

"You did very well the second time," he praised, running his fingers through Lances' hair. "I know you will be hurting for a few days, but it will soon become less and less as you become used to the ways of pleasing me. And soon, you will find it enjoyable as well." As the tears continued to fall, Lord Joseph whispered, "Come now, enough tears. This should be the happiest night of you life. There is no reason to cry."

Looking fearfully at his new husband, Lance was surprised to see a slight smile on Lord Joseph's face. "I...I am so...sorry, M'lord," Lance whispered, his voice still shaky. "I...I don't want to displease you...it's just...I was not told of what to expect tonight and I didn't know it would hurt so much."

"You are just not used to pleasing your husband yet," Lord Joseph cooed softly. "You will learn in time, and it will hurt less and less as time passes."

Glancing quickly at Lord Joseph, Lance shifted his gaze down again. "Y...yes, M'lord," he replied softly. Shifting his body, Lance winced as a stab of pain gripped him.

His work for the time done, Lord Joseph kissed his husband lightly upon the forehead and whispered, "Don't move. I'll be right back." Gently getting up from the bed, he dressed in the red robe once more and went to the door. Upon opening it, he summoned in a young looking man, about Lances' age, with short blond locks. "This is Blake," Lord Joseph explained. "He's to be your servent. Anything you need, simply ask him and it shall be done."

Looking from Blake to Lord Joseph, Lance's surprised looked put a smile on his husband's face. "For me?" Lance asked timidly.

Motioning for Blake to step forward, Lord Joseph nodded and replied, "Yes. All my husbands have their own servent. Devin and Kennith serve my other two. Blake serves you."

Lance looked at Blake. "Hello," he replied shyly.

Bowing slightly, Blake answered with the customary, "M'lord."

Confused, Lance looked at Lord Joseph. "I...do not understand. Why did he address me with your title?"

Chuckling quietly, Lord Joseph explained, "He is a servent, you are my husband. He, as well as all the servents here, are of a lower position then we are. They all address us as M'lord."

Thoroughly embarrassed, Lance looked down. "There is much still I need to learn," he replied meekly.

"You will learn in time," Lord Joseph answered. "I shall return in an hour or so. That should be ample time for you to be cleaned and rested."

"Yes, M'lord," Lance replied as Lord Joseph left the chamber. Blake stood by the door, waiting to see if the young lord needed anything. Fidgeting with his hands, Blake had his eyes lowered slightly, unsure weather or not to approach Lance, or if he was even allowed to speak. Sensing his apprehnsion, Lance spoke softly to him. "It is all right. You do not have to be afraid."

"For...forgive me...M'lord," Blake whispered. "I...I too am...am new to this...house..."

"It's all right," Lance replied, somewhat uncomfortable. "Please forgive me, but I am not used to having a servant."

Looking up quickly, Blake asked, "You...you're not a...a nobel?"

"Only by marriage," Lance replied quietly. "The union was arranged when I was young."

"And you had no say in it?" Blake asked. When Lance nodded his head no, the servent answered with, "I'm sorry M'lord."

Lance looked at Blake and smiled, "It is fine. I just have to get used to my new life here." Remembering that Lord Joseph would return to him soon, Lance again looked at Blake. "I would like to bathe before my husband returns."

As if the words snapped him back into his role as a servent and not an onlooker, Blake nodded and rushed to grab Lances' wedding robe. "Of course M'lord. I'm sorry for making you wait." Drapping the robe over Lances' shoulders, the young servent scampered off to the adjoining bathing chamber. Once he drew the water and had warmed it to what he hoped would be comfortable for Lance, Blake returned and helped his Lord to the bathing chamber.

Stepping into the warm water, Lance slowly eased his body into the spacious tub. The water helped to ease the pain somewhat, something Lance was grateful for. After soaking in the tub, Blake helped Lance to dry off and prepare him for his husband's return.

Dressing Lance in a clean robe, Blake rubbed in some more scented oils into his skin, slicked back his hair, and massaged Lances' shoulders lightly.

Returning to the wedding chamber, Lance sat in the chair while Blake quickly changed the sheets. Once he was finished, Lance sat down, nervously awaiting Lord Joseph.

Again fumbling with his fingers, he jumped when Lord Joseph entered the room a few minutes later. Turning his attention to Lance, Blake whispered, "Is there anything else M'lord needs?"

Glancing quickly at his new husband, Lance looked at Blake shyly. "N...no...thank you," he replied, the fear returning as well. Bowing again, Blake turned to Lord Joseph and acknowledged his presence before backing out of the room and closing the door; leaving the two alone again.

Lance trembled as Lord Joseph walked over and sat on the bed next to him. Smiling at his shy and nervous husband, he lifted Lance's chin to look into his beautiful green eyes. "I will never get tired of gazing into those eyes Lance," Lord Joseph whispered. "So captivating, so mysterious."

"Y...yes, M'lord," Lance replied, his voice masking his extreme nervousness.

Not catching onto his nervousness, Lord Joseph smiled, thinking Lance was starting to become comfortable. Lowering his hand from Lances' chin to his robe, Lord Joseph parted the top slightly, then leaned down and dropped a light kiss just below Lances' neck.

Closing his eyes, Lance silently willed his body to stop shaking so, but to no avail. He moaned slightly as Lord Joseph continued to devour his neck, his teeth nipping at the tender skin.

Smiling, Lord Joseph nipped Lances' neck a little harder, producing a louder moan. "That's it Lance," he whispered, his voice husky. "You're learning already. Very good."

"Y...yes, M'lord," Lance whispered, his nervousness increasing as Lord Joseph eased him down on the bed. Wiping away a single tear that slipped from behind Lance's eyes, Lord Joseph again smiled at Lance.

"You need not cry Lance," he spoke gently. "There is nothing to cry about. You no longer have to slave away in the fields with your family, or look upon a table with no food. You are a nobel, husband." Another tear started to form on Lances' eyelid, which was promptly wipped away by Lord Joseph. "You will live a wonderful life now. Yet you continue to cry. Why?"

So many conflicting emotions ran through Lance's mind that he didn't know where to start. "I...I am sorry, M'lord," Lance whispered again. "I do not mean to appear weak. I know that my life has forever changed today and I am happy and honored to be your husband. And as you have said, I have been trained for this since I was a small child. It...it's just that...I was not prepared for exactly what was to take place in the wedding chamber. It was my...my first time, M'lord and I did not know it would be so painful."

Nodding in understanding, Lord Joseph kissed Lances' temple before laying down next to him. "It will hurt for the first few nights," he explained. "But my father assured me that you would learn to adapt to the pain and soon, find our nights together pleasurful."

Lance shuddered as he was told that it would take a few days before the pain would ease. Lord Joseph seemed to be understanding, though. "Y...yes, M'lord," Lance replied softly. "I shall try."

Running his fingers through Lances' hair, Lord Joseph pulled him close and nuzzled his neck. "You have been trained well, for the son of a commoner," he commented. "At first, I thought my father was insane when he told me I would have a field hand as a husband, but now I see what his intent was. He saw that you would be the perfect husband, even if you are my third."

Lance looked at Lord Joseph, a slight smile crossing his face. "Than...thank you, M'lord," Lance replied. "I am honored to have been chosen to be a part of the royal family. I humbly apologize for my behavior earlier...I...I didn't know what to expect and I was scared."

Returning the smile, along with a kiss on the side of his lips, Lord Joseph settled in next to his husband. "I except your apology Lance," he whispered. "But I expect that from now on to not see such behavior from you."

Looking up shyly at his new husband, Lance nodded. "Y...yes, M'lord," he replied meekly. "I shall not behave in that manner again." Timidly, Lance touched Lord Joseph's cheek, then leaned over and kissed him. Instantly frightened, Lance recoiled in fear. "I...I am so...sorry, M'lord...I...did...did not mean to be so for...forward."

Smiling down at him, Lord Joseph shook his head and pulled Lance back to him. "Kisses are always welcome," he answered quietly. "And they are never 'too forward' in this house." To prove his point, Lord Joseph leaned down and kissed Lance, flicking his tongue out, lightly brushing over his husbands' lips.

Lance shuddered and moaned quietly as Lord Joseph deepened the kiss. New and strange sensations began to course through Lance's body. Shyly, he put his arms around Lord Joseph, allowing him to explore the inside of Lance's sweet mouth. It was Lord Joseph who broke the kiss and stared at his young husband breathlessly.

Running his hand lightly over Lances' face, Lord Joseph smiled down at him when he pressed his cheek into his hand. "Not afraid anymore, I see," he praised.

Looking timidly at his handsome husband, Lance looked down. "Jus...just a little..." he admitted, his eyes full of fear that Lord Joseph would be upset with him.

Lifting his chin up to look at him, Lord Joseph noted the expression in Lances' eyes. "What must I do to make you trust me 100 percent?"

Seeing the concern in Lord Joseph's eyes, Lance sniffed, trying to fight back the tears. "Please, I beg of you M'lord," Lance began in a shaky voice. "Please do not be upset with me. I trust you implicitly...it's just that I'm still fearful of the pain."

Understanding fully, Lord Joseph replied, "Justin was the same way on our wedding night, and the first few nights I called on him afterwards." Stroking Lances' cheek lovingly, he added, "Trust me when I tell you that the pain will subside, in time."

His body shaking slightly, Lance looked at Lord Joseph meekly. "I trust you, M'lord," he whispered.

Pulling the warm blanket over them, to try and settle Lances' shivering, Lord Joseph kissed his temple, then closed his eyes without a word. But, though his eyes may not have been looking, his hand found what it sought. When Lance gasped slightly, Lord Joseph whispered, "Shhh..."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Lance moaned as Lord Joseph began stroking him. Once he felt Lance's body start to relax somewhat, Lord Joseph gently eased him on his back, continuing his travel up and down the shaft of Lance's swollen member. Lord Joseph opened his eyes and smiled at the expression on his young husband's face; it was obvious that Lance was enjoying what he was doing to him.

Manuvering further under the covers, Lord Joseph slid down Lances' body and began dropping kisses upon the inside of his thighs, while he continued stroking him.

The sensations intensified in Lance's body as he moaned again, his moans like sweet music to his husband's ears. Lance felt awkward and a little emabarrassed, not knowing how he should respond. A soft whimper emitting from him, Lance tried to speak, but Lord Joseph silenced him with a kiss.

Increasing his speed, Lord Joseph continued to kiss his husband, even after his hand was covered with Lances' juices. Feeling his own body start to become excited, it was his turn to turn onto his back, but not breaking the kiss.

"Mmmm..." Lance continued to moan into the kiss, pleasing Lord Joseph immensly. Looking at the sweet blond angel, Lord Joseph smiled at him. It was obvious that Lance was still a little nervous, but he was doing quite well in learning the ways of the marriage bed.

"Did you like that Lance?" Lord Joseph asked, bringing his hand up to his lips and licking the white sticky substance off his fingers. "Very sweet too," he added.

"Y...ye...yes, M'lord," Lance whispered, smiling at Lord Joseph. Kissing Lance again, the brown-eyed lord took hold of Lance's right leg and pulled it toward him, turning him gently on his stomach. At once, Lance's body became tense as a small whimper escaped his lips. Lord Joseph ran his hand up and down Lance's back as he spoke soothingly to him.

"Don't think of the pain Lance," he whispered, slowly moving to straddle the blonds' legs. "If that is the only thing you think of, then that's all you'll feel." When Lance didn't relax, Lord Joseph lay down lightly upon his back and kissed the back of Lances' neck. "You will be fine. I would never hurt you intentionally." Rubbing his swollen member against Lances' thigh, he smiled when he heard a light moan from below and felt Lances' legs spread a little for him. "Very good Lance," Lord Joseph whispered, easing himself into his husband yet again.

Lance winced in pain as Lord Joseph slowly entered him. "Ow," he squeaked, his voice barely a whisper as a few tears cascaded down his cheek. Lord Joseph leaned over and wiped away the tears, understanding completely the discomfort his young husband was in.

"Think past the discomfort Lance," he whispered, keeping as still as possible until his husband had adjusted. While he waited, Lord Joseph snaked his hand under Lance, returning it to his member and began stroking. "We will go at your pace this time," he assured. "Until you become used to this."

Lance merely nodded as he lay his head on the white satin pillow. Continuing to stroke the young blond, Lord Joseph began thrusting into him slowly, taking his time with his scared husband. He was rewarded and very pleased when he felt Lance's body finally begin to relax and respond to his touch.

"Ve...very go...good Lance," Lord Joseph moaned, his thrusting becoming a little more demanding. "Th...tha...that's it..." Most of his words were beyond reach now, but he did manage to spurt out a few incouraging words for his husband.

Lance whimpered, the motions of Lord Joseph's hand beginning to overshadow the pain. Without realizing he'd done it, he thrust himself into his husband's hand, moans of pleasure and desire emitting from his throat.

A smile creasing his lips, Lord Joseph slowed his thrusts, and encouraged Lance on, words of praise and endearment accompaning each of his own thrusts. "That's it Lance," he voiced. "Do what makes you feel good."

"I...I..." Lance whispered, his breath coming in short pants as Lord Joseph increased the speed of his hand yet again. With a ragged cry, Lord Joseph's hand was covered in his husband's sweet nectar.

With his smile still present, Lord Joseph leaned down and dropped a kiss on Lances' neck before he countinued with his own thrusts. Within moments, he himself had let out a ragged cry, having dispenced his juices into Lances' depths.

His breathing pattern finally returning to normal, Lance lay still as Lord Jospeh eased himself slowly out of Lance and lay next to him, lightly stroking his cheek.

Closing his eyes, and letting out a deep sigh, Lord Joseph again praised Lance, saying that he was thoroughly pleased with their wedding night. "Tomorrow," he said, still stroking his cheek. "You shall meet the rest of the family." Feeling a slightly shiver, Lord Joseph pulled Lance close to him, as gently as he could so as not to hurt him. "I am sure they will enjoy having another to share their gossip with."

Despite Lord Joseph's assurance, Lance was a little nervous about meeting them. They were all from royal blood and he was the son of commoners. He wondered what, if anything, they had been told about him. "Do...do they know about my...my background, M'lord?"

"They have been told that you come from the farm lands, and that they are to treat you with the same respect they treat each other. You're a nobel now Lance, not a commoner."

Looking at his husband shyly, Lance smiled. "Ye...yes, M'lord," he replied quietly.

Returning the smile, followed by a slight yawn, Lord Joseph pulled Lance close for a good night kiss. "Unless we are in public, or have guests visiting, call me M'lord. But if it is just us and the rest of the family, then Joseph will be fine, Lance."

"Ye...yes, M'l...Joseph," Lance replied. Accepting his good night kiss, Lance settled into Joseph's arms, felling warm and protected. "Good night...Joseph," Lance whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.