The Wedding of Edith and Rap

ped her legs around his waist, rubbing her soft little bud against his body.

But Raphael pushed her away, took her hand, and pulled her towards the shore."We have to get married first!"

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The sudden request left the old priest in the church at a loss. However, he couldn''t resist this young master deeply entangled in the web of love at last. He agreed to take the risk and officiate this self-imposed wedding for the two of them.

Raphael was overjoyed, his excitement akin to that of a child. He knelt before the elderly priest, kissing his weathered hand repeatedly, as if trying to imbue it with the passion he had just failed to release.

"Yes, why not?" the old priest mused with a contemplative look."This is a completely legal desire, following the laws of nature and love. I have no right to refuse such a request." He then turned to the young couple, saying,"Come with me then, I am more than happy to finish this as soon as possible. Just let me and His omnipresence bear witness to your union."

This venerable old man later became one of the first juring priests of the Republic; but, of course, that is a story for another time.

After their hasty wedding, Edith and Raphael hurriedly ran back to the banks of the stream where it all began. Night had fallen, shrouding all the bashfulness. They eagerly undressed each other, their bodies intertwined without restraint, and embraced each other naked in the moonlight.

"Your nightingale is truly powerful, my Raphael! It should be called an eagle," Edith said, admiring his manhood.

"Then hurry put the eagle in its cage, angel!" Raphael greedily kissed her breasts, his words muffled.

He lay on the grass, arms open wide, inviting his new bride. Edith straddled him, her anticipation growing as she used her hands to part her own lips, welcoming his bird into her warm and enticing nest.

Raphael, stimulated by both sight and touch, let out an extremely blissful sigh that resonated with pleasure.

In that moment, he suddenly recalled their innocent days, when he too had stripped off his clothes and frolicked with Edith in the waters of this stream. Back then, as a young boy, he couldn''t comprehend his father''s disdainful mockery.

And now, here they were, truly undressing together in the wild, like two rustic young souls with nothing but youth and love, rendezvousing and rolling on the fragrant green grass.

Euphorically, Edith galloped upon Raphael''s body. Beneath her, this noble white steed w