My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Thirteen

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

13: The Mystery: Part IV

August 9

Syaoran was preparing for a meeting after a heated argument with the Elders about Sakura.

‘It all comes down to this. It’s not as if their reactions are unexpected…Actually, I already knew it, but that doesn’t make it any easier for us.

“Hey, couz, (Short for cousin)” Mei Lin called to him, “Still no go with the Elders?” She said sympathetically. “I like your girl. I mean, can’t you do anything about it? I swear she’s a lot better than that Yang Zhen Yi brat.” She added, but he didn’t answer. “Can’t you get married already, as in secretly?”

He stopped packing his briefcase, and looked at his cousin grimly.

“That’s the plan.” He said seriously before leaving.

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Later

“Sakura…” Syaoran never felt more wretched, frustrated so much…The Elders just wouldn’t listen to sense. He can’t bring himself to think life without her. She was crying quietly beside him, and he knew she also felt trapped.

“Please, S-Syaoran…I d-don’t want you to be… disinherited.” She stammered out, amid hiccups and sniffs. “If you…h-have to m-marry Yang Zhen Yi… go…go…go ahead. I won’t get in the way…” Syaoran let out a frustrated groan and put his arms around her.

“Hush, sweetheart… Hush now…” He said softly as he cradled her head in his chest, kissing her hair softly.

“Why can’t we be together?”

“No, don’t say that…Don’t say that please…” He said, and then added grimly, “They won’t force me to do something against my will…not if I could help it.”

Silence, then…

“Why…Why don’t we go and get married today? I’ve been thinking and planning about it all week…I’ve got us a license already…Just in secret, so it’ll be solemn. So that they couldn’t tear us apart…”

“You…you mean it?” Sakura asked in a hoarse whisper.

“I knew it’d come down to this. Rev. Fr. Kenji Yamamoto can perform the ceremony.”

And she nodded. She just nodded as tears welled in her eyes.

Syaoran brought out two rings, white gold and with a cluster of emeralds and diamonds in the center. Syaoran made quick phone calls, and nearly an hour later, Tomoyo, Eriol, Touya and Mei Lin arrived to serve as witnesses. Sakura informed Yukito who arrived last in the Tomoeda Church.

Touya didn’t want to agree, and was most reluctant to serve as witness. Eriol seem to share his opinion, but they grudgingly agreed in the end.

Everything happened so fast.

After half an hour, it was official.

They were married. Married…

But it was the least of their worries. Sakura wanted to go home first, to inform her father about the celebration. Syaoran agreed, but only because he could see the excitement in Sakura’s eyes.

She got home with Touya, but Fujitaka looked grim as ever. She stared at Touya, who was frowning thoughtfully. Keira was standing near the stairs, and when she saw the two, she bolted upstairs and shut the door of her room.

“So…” He said in a false calm, like the snarl of a lion that precedes the attack, “You’ve been mistreating your stepsister while I’m away, huh?”

“Father, what—?” She said, completely bewildered. Beside her, Touya also looked confused. But before Touya can even protect her, the attack has begun.

“You have no right, even if Keira’s not your biological sister! How dare you abuse her verbally, physically even?”

“Father, please! I don’t know what you’re…” Tears began to leak from her eyes.

“Out!” Fujitaka shouted, angrily. That was when she noticed three bags full of clothes that she recognized as hers. They weren’t neatly done, and some pieces peeked out of the containers. “I won’t tolerate a brat like you! From now on, you are not my daughter! I have no use for someone who mistreats other people!”

That was the last straw for her…and to Touya too, it seemed.

Before she could even lash out her anger, Touya had started to speak.

“You dare believe that adopted daughter of yours, Father?” He said in a menacing whisper. “When all along she fed you nothing but lies? You believe her against your own daughter? For years, I have seen and endured the way you mistreat your own daughter. But this time I won’t have it! Can you even think what Mother will say about this?”

“You…How dare you, Touya! I thought you’d have better control on your sister, but you tolerated her! Enough…I want her out of the house this moment…And if you don’t want to follow, shut up, Touya!”

“Then I’d rather follow than see you being led by the nose by Keira, Father. Call me rude, but I’d had enough.” Touya walked up the stairs and slammed his door shut. She could hear him rummaging his closet.

“Out.” Her father said calmly, and threw the bags at her.

“Did you even love me, Father, like a father does his daughter? I never felt that love! I’ve been judged and condemned without proper trial, and you never listened to me! You let that brat Keira destroy our family! You think she’s so good, so perfect…when all along she’s a conniving bitch! Now, she got what she wanted, but I haven’t lost!” She ranted, and before Fujitaka could stop her, she went on, “And if you think I’ll come back, begging you to take me in, you’re wrong! I’ll go; I’ll go…And don’t expect me to return!”

A few moments after that, Touya went down with his things and went out, saying, “I hope you know what this means, Father, and I hope you realize the consequences of what you’ve done. Just think of what Mother can be thinking now…”

Sakura followed, not looking at Fujitaka, her head held high.

Then she went to Syaoran’s flat and moved in with him.

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Syaoran awakened with a start. He felt oddly flushed, and he felt shame overcome him. He’s been having wet dreams, and he felt his thingy grow huge as delicious thoughts of Sakura kept on coming back to him.

Then his thoughts strayed to what transpired earlier.

It felt like the first time they did ‘it.’

He frowned thoughtfully.

If Xiao Chen was his son, then…

…Sakura has a lot of explaining to do.

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-Lemon Alert-

Syaoran went home that day only to find Sakura asleep in his bed. He had given her the keys to his flat earlier, and now, here she is. It looked like she had slept due to exhaustion. Her cheeks are tear-stained, and he knew her eyes are swollen. But still, she looked lovely as ever. He felt warmth and tenderness fill him as he stared at the sleeping lady who was his wife.

He had given her the noblest thing of all: His name, his love…

And he also wanted to give her pleasure.

He groaned inwardly as he felt the stirring of his loins.

He stripped and headed for the shower.

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Sakura awakened at the sound of the shower.

‘So he’s home…’

Suddenly, the shower’s door opened, and she felt herself go rigid. She pretended to be asleep.

She felt him come closer, and he sat beside her.

Then, one hand began to caress her face. She moaned sleepily, so that he thought she is still asleep.

But when he began kissing her, she knew she can’t pretend much longer. His hands went down on her pajama top, trying to take the buttons off.

Sakura moaned innocently and stopped pretending to be asleep at once. She returned his kisses with innocent hunger and passion as he continued undressing her.

Once her top was removed, Syaoran went on to unsnap her bra. Her hands automatically went down to hide her nakedness, but he held both her hands by the wrists and placed them on top of her head with one hand.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Sakura…” He said as he began kneading the two mounds with his hand. Sakura moaned in pleasure, and arched her back unconsciously. Syaoran kept on kissing her on the lips hungrily. Then he began a trail of butterfly kisses on her jaw line, her neck, and the back of her ears. Sakura felt goose bumps all over. Then his mouth covered the peak of her breasts and began sucking on her nipples like a baby.

“Oh, Syaoran-kun…” She moaned as she arched her back, and Syaoran gave her a not-so-gentle bite on her nipple. Sakura bit her lip as pleasure-pain came in wave after wave. When he left her breasts, he started to leave love bites wherever his lips went. His hands fondled and caressed her breasts, and kept whispering sweet-nothings and dirty talk to her ear. Sakura was senseless with pleasure.

When his hands left her breasts, Sakura let out a groan of protest, but Syaoran silenced her with a passionate tongue-kiss. Then his hand went down and pulled her pajamas and panties down. Once again, Sakura felt shyness overcome herm but forgot it soon enough as he inserted a finger inside her. Sakura froze, feeling the pain rush in. Then Syaoran began fondling her breasts with one hand as the other was busy thrusting in and out of her womanhood. The pain ebbed away quickly.

“Oh, Syaoran-kun, you’re killing me…” She moaned senselessly as his finger thrust in and out, fondling her womanhood. She felt herself explode, and she felt embarrassed.

“Gomen ne…” She said, but he didn’t stop. The foreplay was long and she felt herself reach the peak again.

“Syaoran, onegai…” She nearly screamed, and she began making noises she never thought she could make in her life. He chuckled in a raspy voice full of passion and desire.

She pulled the sash of his robe away and began to undress him. Her eyes widened. He is huge. Would he fit inside her?

He seemed to notice her doubts, and he began caressing her again.

“Syaoran, allow me to return the favor…” She said shyly, and he chuckled once more, but obliged. Her hands began to roam is magnificent body, and she kissed him here and there.

Then she lowered herself and took his thing to her mouth and gave him a blowjob she never thought she could do.

He stiffened, and then let out a groan of pleasure. When he seemed to be at the end of his tether, he pulled her up, his skin brushing against her as she slid up to level with him. Then he placed her beneath him and poised himself above her.

A terrifyingly familiar scene surfaced in her mind, and she had the urge to push Syaoran away.

Before she could do so, however, he had already entered her. She would have screamed in pain, but her lips were locked with Syaoran’s, his tongue imitating the act that they were performing. Her fingernails dug against his back, nearly drawing blood.

Then, the pain disappeared, replaced by an addicting sensation. He began to thrust faster and faster, and her fingers played with her breasts and the curls of her womanhood.

Suddenly, something exploded inside her as Syaoran carried her to the zenith and back.

For a moment, he lay on top of her, breathing heavily, then he suddenly shifted their position without breaking their bodies’ connection.

She felt his manhood grow erect inside her again.

“Syaoran-kun!” She screamed passionately.

This time she was the one who moved against him, and for the second time that night, he carried her all the way to cloud nine.

They made love so many times that might, that by the time they finished, she could barely lift a finger due to exhaustion. She slept beside him; he was hugging her spoon position, and he didn’t bother to disengage from her. They slept with him still inside her.

They had a perfect honeymoon…

And for the meantime, nothing else mattered, but their love for each other.