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[center][b][u]Their First Night[/u][/b][/center]

The city bells were still chiming, the deep, resonant sounds echoing through the temple complex as Arques and Veela turned, hand in hand, and bowed to those who had blessed their union. The temple priestesses, their parents, and several of the republic's highest ranking government ministers. Then, just a few short seconds later as the doors to their chambers were closed and sealed shut behind them, the two crocodiles were alone. Alone together for the first time. Not just the first time since they had been married earlier that day. Not just for the first time since the beginning of the celebration; the long and elaborate city-wide ceremony to commemorate the arranged union between two of the city's most prominent merchant-noble families. Their first time truly alone together since they had first been introduced more than a year ago, and had, for the honour of their families and the good of the republic, agreed to be married to one another.

Of course, alone or not they had gotten to know each other a great deal over the last year, spending many chaperoned or publicly social events together. And in that time, they really had grown fond of each other. Perhaps not desperately and passionately in love, but with a mutual respect and affection for the other's dedication and optimism, what good their marriage could help achieve not just for their families, but all the people of the republic who would be buoyed by this new union and the greater influence it would win for their nation on the world stage as a trading power. Regardless of all that warmth and good will though, Arques couldn't help but feel a slight fluttering of nervousness within his chest as Veela slipped her hand casually free of his own slightly darker green-grey scales, and began to wander through the oil-lamp lit chambers, admiring the subterranean construction and the large, beautiful stone-carved pools present in virtually each and every one of the rooms for their comfort and relaxation.

Arques followed her, his new wife, quietly. It wasn't that he felt as though he didn't have anything to say to her, or that if he did it would be unwelcome. He just found himself content to watch. To learn. To see what the woman he had married would do with her free time while unobserved, at least, by anyone other than him. She was always so graceful and measured in public. She always knew exactly what to say, how to strike the balance between respect, welcoming warmth, and humour. She-

A loud belch echoed around the stone chamber.

Arques froze, blinked, and instinctively looked around to see who else was there. Who could have let loose such a crass and undignified...

"Ugh, sparkling wine always does that to me. Is it the same for you, Arques? Did one of your mentors teach you how to more quietly release gas from your throat while in public?"

The male crocodile blinked and stared at the woman before him, at his wife, as she turned her larger, more broad and mossy green hued body towards him, idly reaching down with one hand and lifting the front of her delicate, red and gold silk wedding tunic to scratch the scales of her belly. His sharp toothed snout opened to answer, but after doing so he realised that he didn't have an answer. Or rather, he did, but it wasn't something he could actually say. Not in front of...

Even as that thought began to cross his mind though, Arques' brow furrowed. Not in front of who, exactly? The only person here was his wife. And, that [i]was[/i] who she was now. His wife. They were bound by a life-long, at least by the tenets of their land's predominant faith, pact with one another. One of mutual love, respect, and honesty.

He cleared his throat, and though he could feel his face burning hot beneath his scales, he nodded.

"Yes, Veela. I was taught that too. Though, it was so long ago I scarcely remember being taught it at all. It's just second nature at this point."

The other crocodile nodded back, chuckling as she carelessly used one foot to catch the back of her other foot's delicate silken slipper, peel it off, then use that now bare foot to pull off the second slipper. A moment later she was hiking up the delicate, beautifully dyed and woven threads of her skirt around her knees and beyond, and even as Arques' felt his cheeks burning hotter as his eyes darted nervously away, he still caught a glimpse of bare, scaled thigh as Veela stepped forward to the largest of the chambers' pools, occupying almost two thirds of the central lounge area, and sat down on its edge, dipping her legs from the knee down into the cool, crystal clear water.

"Yeah, I still catch myself doing that sort of thing all the time. Acting like I've been taught to in public even when I'm alone. So long as we recognise it though, and acknowledge that we don't need to be following those rules in private, that's what really matters, right?"

She said it so casually and calmly, smiling back over her shoulder at Arques as though she clearly expected him to be in immediate and unqualified agreement. When the male crocodile just stared at her in bashful confusion though, seeming as though he could barely look at her, never mind comprehend what she was saying, her bright, beautiful smile faded.

"We're married now, Arques. We're finally alone together. So... please, be yourself. Please, please don't feel like you need to be the good and dignified merchant-noble you show to the rest of the world when it's just the two of us. Not just because I don't want that, but because that's something I can't... no, something I just frankly don't [i]want[/i] to do."

Arques' brow furrowed more deeply still. He wanted to allay his wife's concerns. He wanted to help her feel better. But...

"I'm... sorry, Veela. I don't think I understand. What do you mean, be myself? This... I'm me. This is who I am."

Over the last year, Arques had seen Veela in many situations. He had seen her deal with the disrespectful attitudes of a foreign trader who was under the ridiculously misguided view that biological sex was somehow tied to one's ability to succeed in matters of commerce, and that males were in some undefinable way obviously superior to females. He had seen her mediate disagreements between other members of the merchant class until they were all laughing together like old and dear friends. He had even seen her cry when they heard of a tragic accident that had occurred on the far side of the republic at one of the nation's most prized glassworks, resulting in the injury of many skilled members of that particular craftsguild. Never though, never until that very moment, had he seen her look so utterly and completely disappointed as she seemed in that moment.

"I see."

She murmured, taking a deep breath as her head turned away from Arques and peered down into the pool where she lifted her legs out straight in front of her, glistening, scaled feet just barely floating up to the surface.

"Then... Arques, my husband, I need to ask you to make a great sacrifice for me. One I have no real right to ask for, but which under the circumstances of our life, of the commitment we have made to one another, I have no choice but to ask as your wife. I need you to understand and accept that I am... [i]not[/i] the person you have been meeting with, talking with, sharing your life with for the past year. Or rather, that is not [b]all[/b] that I am. The graceful and flawlessly diplomatic woman I show to the rest of the world is... well, perhaps it's who I should want to be, who I should aspire to be all of the time. But, it's not who I am. Those are actions, behaviours, social rituals I was taught to perform, and which I have learned to carry out to the very best of my ability over the years. When I am alone though, or rather... now, as your wife, when I am in private with my husband, the one from whom I need to hide no aspect of myself according to the priestly edicts, there are things I will do that I wouldn't in public. Actions I would perform. Words I would speak. Etiquette I remain aware of, but choose willingly and consciously to ignore."

She paused for a moment and looked back over her shoulder again, chuckling, though less humorously than before, when she saw Arques not looking at her with disgust or horror, just what seemed like sincere curiosity.

"Etiquette like... releasing wind from your throat?"

Arques murmured as he tried to wrap his head around the situation, to understand what his wife was saying and what she practically meant by these grand statements of hers. Veela chuckled.

"That's one example, but just one of many."

The male's already deeply furrowed, scaled brow grew even more so.

"Could you... give me some more examples? So that I might better understand where you say the differences between your public and private selves emerge?"

Veela smirked, shrugged, and kicked her feet against the water's surface, making it splash gently around her lower legs.

"If that'll help you, sure. I... hmm, where to start. Something more extreme than just a little burp here and there maybe. Okay. So... masturbation. You know what that is, right? Gods of the rivers and distant seas, please tell me you know what masturbation is."

Beneath his scales, Arques' cheeks burned like the desert sun.

"I... y-yes, of course I do."

The female crocodile tilted her head a little more, raising one eyebrow.

"But, you don't [i]do[/i] it?"

Arques' face burned hotter still.

"I... t-the priestly edicts do not say that sexual self stimulation is inherently bad. Just that one should not be consumed by one's lusts at the slightest whim."

Veela's expression changed in that moment, and though Arques was still unable to believe he and his wife were having such an explicit conversation less than an hour after their wedding ceremony, he couldn't deny his relief and joy at seeing what looked like hope flicker anew within the other crocodile's gaze.

"So, you [i]do[/i] engage in actions privately that don't match up with your public behaviour as a dignified merchant-noble?"

It was such a shameful accusation, and yet her tone and her eyes made abundantly clear that she wasn't judging or mocking him for it. She just wished to point out the clear contradiction, and in that regard Arques had absolutely no defence. He bowed his head in acknowledgement and apology, but before he could actually ask his wife for her forgiveness for his moral failings, he heard the splash of her legs being pulled from the water, and the slap of wet feet upon stone. A moment later he felt Veela's stronger hands grasping his, and for only the second time, the first having been shared at the culmination of their wedding ceremony, he felt her muzzle brush against his in a fond, genuinely affectionate kiss.

"You had me genuinely worried for a moment there, my husband."

She giggled to him.

"But, I think I understand now. You have done your very best to live up to the standards you were taught, to embody them as your one true self both publicly and privately. And the aspects of yourself which have not perhaps lived up to those same standards, whether you were taught that they were in some way negative or were simply not taught about them at all, you consider either to be failings, or perhaps just so insignificant and unworthy of note that they do not even register as a part of your identity, your [i]self[/i]. Is that roughly correct?"

Arques swallowed thickly. He had seen and heard for himself many times how eloquent and smart Veela could be. How she could untangle a problem and lay it bare before the one suffering the issue, allowing them to see all its parts and how they could be repaired or replaced like it was the most natural thing in all the world. He had admired her immensely for that. He had respected and cherished her presence in his life, so that he might hopefully learn from her in the many years they would spend together as husband and wife. But until then, he had never been on the receiving end of one of her assessments, and thus, he had never known the relief, the awe that came from having something which he had never been able to express clearly to himself so calmly and rationally shared.

He looked into her eyes. He opened his muzzle, ready to tell her yes. To explain that she was correct and that he was so very, very grateful to Veela for helping him understand that. Instead though, without even thinking about it, he felt his body lean forward. He felt his neck crane out just a little, and just as she had kissed him on the muzzle a brief while prior, so too did he kiss her in joyous gratitude.

Veela giggled, and brushed her scaled lips back against his in return.

"You see the contradiction in your assessment of yourself, right?"

She murmured, and Arques nodded sincerely.

"I think so. I... whether or not those other behaviours are desirable or not, I am still the one who performs them. They are still choices I have made, feelings I have felt, wants born of my own heart and brain and body. Thus, they are just as much a part of my true self as anything else. Perhaps more so even, as they were not consciously carried out because I was taught that it was right to do so, but simply because some aspect of me [i]wanted[/i] it."

The female crocodile's already bright smile grew wider still.

"Hence my example. Masturbation. It has no purpose in my public life. No way of being carried out or even referenced in any polite, dignified and socially acceptable conversation I could ever have in my life as a merchant-nobile. Yet, it isn't something I only do in private when I am compelled to by my body's urges. To suggest that would be to either admit I have absolutely no control over myself, or that I am spending [i]all[/i] my time resisting such physical, sexual urges until finally they cannot be denied any more. The truth is far more simple than that, as it so often is compared to lies, even those we tell ourselves because of rules we have been taught, or simply things we have never been taught how to discuss openly and without shame or fear. Do you know the truth, the particular truth I'm thinking of, Arques?"

Arques' face was ablaze as he stared at his wife and felt his hands trembling within hers, their muzzles still almost touching as they stood peering into one another's bright eyes. Nevertheless he took a deep, ragged breath, gathered his will, and honoured his new marriage with the truth that Veela had asked for, and which she of course deserved.

"In private, you masturbate as you please. You touch yourself... frequently, casually, and enjoy doing so a great deal. You tell yourself that because it doesn't interfere with your duties, it doesn't come close to the amount of self indulgence that the priestly edicts spoke of. You..."

His voice trailed off with a bashful croak as he realised something. Veela giggled, clearly already two steps ahead of him as she nodded encouragingly.

"I... I don't mean you."

Arques murmured.

"I mean... me. That is how I... how [i]I[/i] act. How I masturbate, and have justified doing so to myself without ever admitting that those urges, those wants are a genuine part of who I am."

Veela's hands squeezed her husband's own fondly.

"Thank you for being honest with me, Arques. And, what you said is partially true of me, as well. Though, it has been many years since I considered the priestly edicts or indeed any need for justification of my self-pleasure, beyond how good it feels to experience."

Arques nodded, but stood in silence for a while. In fact he remained quiet and pensive for almost a minute before Veela's hands squeezed his again, and she murmured to him as the male crocodile looked up and met her gaze with a bashful smile.

"Do you have any questions for me, Arques? I want our openness to go both ways. So please, speak your mind."

His brow furrowed slightly, but it didn't take long at all before his eyes widened a little, and the darkened blush upon his scaled cheeks grew a little deeper still.

"There could have been many different examples of personal, indulgent behaviour that would have made your point. So... why that one? Why... masturbation?"

Veela giggled, that warm, hissing sound making her new husband's heart flutter at how pleasant it was, and how glad he was to have heard it, to have caused her to utter it several times already even as he fumbled all but blindly through this intimate exchange they were suddenly sharing.

"I chose that because I wanted to admit to something more impactful, more genuinely personal and intimate than releasing trapped wind from my belly. But, also... because it would have been even more relevant if you truly had been as rigid in your values as you previously stated. If you planned on being a devoted, pure nobleman at all times, even when in private with me. Because, to be perfectly open and honest with you once again, Arques, I do enjoy masturbating casually in my private time. Not just while I'm in bed or bathing, but sometimes as I eat, or read, or stand by the window and watch the clouds. I believe, though I have little experience with which to know for sure, I masturbate and enjoy my body's pleasures rather more frequently than the average individual. And, it's important for you to know that, and for me to know where you stand in regard to my desires, because I would be unwilling to compromise on that fact. Even if your sincere values prevented you from sharing in similar indulgences, I would need you to know, and to accept, that I would be continuing to enjoy them throughout our marriage."

By the time Veela fell quiet, Arques' eyes had glazed over slightly, and his blush seemed to have faded not as though his embarrassment had diminished, but as if the other crocodile had reached a state of complete overload where he was simply unable to express the fullness of his overwhelmed mental status. He did react however, eyes widening in nervous confusion, when Veela removed one of her hands from his, only to sag with apparent relief that made his new wife giggle when she placed that hand upon his chest to feel the thundering of his heart.

"You have another question."

She whispered fondly, biting her bottom lip as she felt his heart quicken to an even more intense degree just an instant after she posed that comment, not a question at all given her certainty of the fact. Sure enough, Arques nodded.

"Would you... d-do you feel the desire to... to masturbate, now?"

Veela's eyes sparkled, and her hand slid down Arques silkily clad chest, down, and down, until the male crocodile's eyes seemed as though they were about to pop out of their sockets, as he felt for the first time in his entire life another person lovingly, intimately and purposefully cupping the swollen bulge poorly hidden beneath his loose, flowing silk trousers.

"I would question your motivation for asking... but you have been erect from almost the very moment I first mentioned self-pleasure."

Arques turned his eyes down and bowed his head in shame and apology. Or rather, he began to, then frowned, stopped, and very deliberately looked back up again, cheeks burning brightly anew when he saw the look of utter pride and gratitude spreading over his wife's features. Another moment later, their muzzles were joined in another gentle kiss, and they both felt it linger as Arques' arousal strained against Veela's hand, and she closed her scaled palm a little more firmly around her husband's still clothed desire.

"I always enjoy masturbating after a big, formal event. It helps me relax and acknowledge that I no longer have to perform for anyone."

Veela whispered fondly as her muzzle remained in oh so close proximity to her husband's own even after their lips had parted.

"But given the nature of today's event, I can't help but wonder if masturbation would be enough. I... oh, I'm no good at being coy and subtly flirtatious, Arques. What I mean is, I think I would prefer to share an intimate experience with you, rather than do anything solitary, if that's a possibility. We are newly married, after all."

Arques' lips brushed against hers without prompting. Veela giggled, and kissed him back, and after another flurry of fond, sweet pecks from the male crocodile all over the tip and sides of her maw, she heard him release all of that built up excitement and passion in as overt and explicit a question as his refined upbringing would allow.

"Veela, would you... my dear wife, would you like to consummate our wedding, this night?"

She removed her other hand from his, and while one hand more openly squeezed and gripped the substantial bulge of his arousal, the other moved to cup the side of the handsome crocodile's face, scales hot as sun-baked sand beneath her palm.

"So formal a request. But yes, Arques. I want to have sex with you. I think you knew that, but thank you for asking so there is no doubt. Would [i]you[/i] like to have sex with [i]me[/i]?"

Arques' erection lurched, but Veela held back a giggle, as well as a breathy moan when rather than nodding or hissing in longing to accompany that involuntary response, Arques actually hesitated for a moment in genuine contemplation, before renewing their shared gaze with new determination gleaming in his own sharp eyes.

"I would, Veela. But... I have a condition. I hope that's okay."

Veela beamed.

"Of course it is. I want it, but... I only want it if we [i]both[/i] want it without doubt, without concern or the fear of regret. So please, my husband. Tell me your condition."

Arques took a deep breath, and Veela gasped in surprise, though delighted, as the male crocodile's now free hands slipped around her waist, and actively pushed up the material of her top in order to place his hands upon the bare scales at the sides of her stomach. It was hardly the most obscene act, and yet to feel him touching her bare scales, to feel him having so casually brushed her clothing aside, it made parts of Veela beyond just her heart flutter, though not so obviously as her husband's tangible throbbing.

"Veela, my... my wife. Would you... will you help teach me how to please you, while we consumm-... while we have sex, together? I don't want to get so caught up in my own head that I end up treating this like some formal ritual that has steps to follow in order to [i]succeed[/i], but... I have no experience with a body such as yours. Some advice... some suggestions on what I could do, how I could better make you feel good, would really, really help me."

Veela's own face grew hotter, but she leaned forward and bumped her nose against Arques' own as their eyes peered ever more deeply into each other.

"I have no experience with a body like yours either. I'm a virgin too... at least, in the sense that no other creature has ever penetrated me, though my body is far from inexperienced at containing all manner of objects from within my private chambers."

Arques' eyes bulged, and Veela felt his shaft strain so frantically against her hand it seemed as though it might rip entirely through the material separating it from her touch. In fact, though it didn't, she wished that it had as she considered how explicit an admission that had been... even for her, and how much her husband had clearly loved hearing it.

"But, Arques? If you will do your very best for me... to give everything that big heart of yours has to this, to [i]us[/i]... I'll do my very best for you, too. To teach. To learn. To share, and not to stop until we are both beyond satisfied."

Arques swallowed thickly, and though he opened his maw to speak, all that came out was a crackling wheeze. Veela giggled, and he laughed too even as he blushed hotter and deeper by the second.

"I'll do my best for you. In this, in everything we share."

He murmured after a few more moments, then paused, took another breath, and...

"Veela?"

She tilted her head.

"Yes, Arques?"

He smiled at her, and his thumbs fondly rubbed over the scales of her midsection, making Veela want to jump up and down and squeal at how much it made her heart race and her toes curl. Though, not nearly so much as what he said next.

"I'm... really glad I got to marry you, Veela."

She leaned forward against him, half to make it easier to press her muzzle to his in another kiss, and half because in that moment, he made her knees go weak, and she needed the support his body could provide.

"Take off your clothes, my husband."

Veela huffed mid-way through that kiss.

"Take off your clothes while I take off mine, slip into the water with me... and let's spend this night, our first night as husband and wife, doing everything we can to make each other glad to have not just these moments, but a whole lifetime together.

By Jeeves