Love Isn't Just A Virgin

"Miss! You're so beautiful!" Someone pulled Mary Aram's hand, causing her to lose her balance. The girl staggered and fell into the arms of the man who pulled her hand.

Not wasting the opportunity, the man immediately kissed Mary Aram's lips. The girl gasped in confusion trying to break away. Unfortunately the man confidently continued to move forward, locking Mary Aram between the tree and his body.

"Master let me go!" Mary Aram struggled to beat the body of the man before her. The more she rebelled, the more the man clung to her.

"No! You're so beautiful, your breath is so fragrant it makes me drunk," the man whispered, kissing Mary Aram even more passionately.

Mary Aram clawed at the man's face, her powerful claw was enough to make the man flinch and release his hold.

"You're outrageous!" Mary Aram furiously washed her mouth with mineral water. Her face was bright red with rage.

The man smiled mischievously, wiping away the blood from Mary Aram's scratch, "Miss, you look like an adorable wild cat when you're angry. Very seductive!"

"Did your parents never teach you manners, sir? Uneducated!" Mary Aram splashed the man with water, then quickly smashed the bottle into his face.

"You outrageous Mary Aram! How dare you tease my male friend!" A woman ran over and immediately grabbed Mary Aram's hair.

"Meina Aram! Stop it!" The man blocked his female friend from hurting Mary Aram.

"Sister, if he's your male friend, put a chain around his neck! So that this Pitbull doesn't just lick people's faces," Mary Aram kicked the man's leg. Stomping her foot, Mary Aram quickly walked away.

Mary Aram could still hear the man's disrespectful argument with her cousin. Mary Aram wanted to beat the man up, but she was too strong.

["Adam Mizeaz! You can't just flirt with another woman, especially when she is my cousin's sister. That's an insult to me!" the woman was apparently furious and rebuked the unethical man.]

["I'm not your lover Meina Aram! I'm free to hang out with any girl," the man sounded very upset].

As the man named Adam Mizeaz continued to stare at her, Mary Aram immediately ran across the campus garden to her lecture hall.

"That's outrageous! That man is chasing!" Mary Aram accelerated her running, a hint of fear crossing her heart. "What does that man want?"

Mary Aram was getting more and more frantic, the woven cloth she was wearing hampering her running. As she climbed the garden steps, the girl tripped over her own feet and tumbled, almost into the fish pond. In an instant the world was silent and dark...

When she woke up, Mary Aram was in the arms of a man in a strange room.

"You outrageous Adam Mizeaz! What if it wasn't for me? Surely this girl would have drowned in the koi pond," the voice was close to Mary Aram's ears, even her heartbeat was clearly audible.

"Amar Mea, I just want to walk with her! Today is my schedule to teach her class. This girl is so pretty and bubbly, I was attracted to her when I was a group counselor at the freshman week activities."

Mary Aram squirmed, momentarily feeling pain all over her body. "Let go of me, I have to go to class!"

"You can't attend the lecture Miss! You have an injury to your head, and the abrasions and bruises on your feet and hands are also quite serious. You need intensive care," Adam Mizeaz treated the wounds on Mary Aram's hands and feet.

"Intensive care?" Mary Aram tried to get up, she was very uncomfortable in the arms of a strange man "I'm fine! Not dying? Don't try to fool me!"

"Alright, I'm Amar Mea Malawi. If you don't have vertigo, I'll take you home," Amar Mea Malawi carefully moved Mary Aram's body to the side, then got up from the bed.

But in an instant the world seemed to spin violently, Mary Aram pressed her head with both palms.

"You'd better get hospitalized, give me your parents' number," Amar Mea Malawi took out a cell phone.

"No! Don't! I don't want to worry my father. The journey from Muara Mua to here takes four hours," Mary Aram leaned against the wall, her head very uncomfortable. "Just take me to the student dormitory."

"In this condition are you going to live in the dormitory?" Amar Mea Malawi frowned, "You won't be comfortable living in a crowded room while sick."

"Adam Mizeaz, I will take this girl to stay at my residence. There are many servants there who can take care of her," Amar Mea Malawi left the infirmary. Amar Mea Malawi is a decisive person, her decisions are inviolable.

But Adam Mizeaz hesitated, should the girl in front of him stay at Mea Malawi's residence?

***

Late in the afternoon, on Amar Mea Malawi's orders, doctor Adam Mizeaz moved Mary Aram to Amar Mea Malawi's residence.

Under the influence of sleeping pills, Mary Aram did not realize that she had moved. When she woke up, she was in a very spacious and fragrant room. There was a servant who was busy moving clothes and arranging them in the closet.

"Where am I?" Mary Aram's soft voice broke the silence. The girl was confused by her new surroundings, her head was still dizzy and her whole body felt stiff and sore.

"Are you awake, Miss?" The maid smiled kindly and left her work.

"Where am I?" Mary Aram tried to get up.

"You are at Mea Malawi's residence. From today, Miss is staying in this house," the maid fetched a glass of water, attentively helping Mary Aram drink.

"Live here?" Mary Aram was confused, trying to focus amidst the dizziness.

"Yes, the head of the household has taken all your belongings from the dormitory," the maid spooned a spoonful of honey into Mary Aram's mouth.

"This is not good! I'm a girl, how can I stay in the house of an unknown man?" Mary Aram tried to get up. But the condition of her body would not be compromised, the world spun again making her fall back to the bed. All was dark again with only the ticking of the clock, breaking the silence.

'What about this? I have to go!'

"You are very lucky Miss! Of all the girls and women who want to be close to the young master, only you have the attention of Young Master Amar Mea Malawi," the maid smiled, stroking Mary Aram's hair.

"What luck? I don't know young master Amar Mea Malawi, and I never wanted to get close to him," Mary Aram snorted in annoyance.

"I'm the lucky one who got you," suddenly Amar Mea Malawi was in the doorway, looking authoritative despite wearing pajamas and a sleeping coat. The man stepped inside and placed the evening newspaper on the table.

Mary Aram gasped at the presence of the man who had hugged her that morning in the campus clinic. Her heart was pounding, she was anxious.

The man smiled and stepped closer, "Miss Patrice, leave us alone."

Mary Aram was getting more anxious and scared, raising the blanket covering her whole body, "No! No Miss, don't leave me."

"Miss Patrice, leave us!" The man's firmness gave Mary Aram goosebumps.

"Yes, young master!" The servant left the room.

In an instant silence reigned in the room, only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard. The man sat on the edge of the bed touching Mary Aram's feet.

Fear! So scared! That's what the girl was feeling at the moment.

In the height of anxiety, Mary Aram pulled her legs out of the man's grasp. Just being alone in a room with a strange man was terrifying.

The pounding of the heart became even more uncontrollable when the stranger climbed onto the bed. Although the man in front of her was very friendly, the signs of danger were clear.

"How are you feeling, is it comfortable?" While lying on his side, the man casually stroked the hair on Mary Aram's forehead.

The man's masculine scent was very close to Mary Aram, the girl avoided Amar Mea Malawi's caresses.

"Return me to the dormitory. This is not right, men and women without any ties are in a closed room," Mary Aram closed her eyes to hide her fear.

"It is the right thing, because I have registered our marriage at the marriage registry office," Amar Mea Malawi whispered very softly.

"How can you? Without my consent, you cannot register a marriage," Mary Aram opened her eyes and glared at Amar Mea Malawi.

Amar Mea Malawi smiled, her fingers continuing to explore Mary Aram's beautiful face, "Of course you can, I found copies of important papers in your luggage and I used them to register the marriage."

"How presumptuous! How dare you overstep my father's authority!" Mary Aram's face turned bright red, she was furious. "I already have a fiancé, you are tarnishing my father's face in front of his future in-laws, as well as the people of Mua Estuary."

"If your face is flushed crimson, with veins tightening in the neck. It looks very impressive to arouse the desire of the soul," Amar Mea Malawi's index finger traced Mary Aram's neck, ignoring the girl's protest.

"End your engagement! We are getting married!" Without another word, the man took out a white handkerchief and a small bottle of rose-scented aromatherapy from the pocket of his sleeping coat.

Amar Mea Malawi poured a drop of aromatherapy on a handkerchief and touched Mary Aram's nose. With all her might, Mary Aram tried to hold back her tears. If she could move freely, she would have kicked Amar Mea Malawi's body away.

"Please don't!" Mary Aram tried to move away, "This is not right!"

"It is! Because I have registered the marriage, and tomorrow is the legalization of the marriage in customary and state law," Amar Mea Malawi slowly undid one by one the ribbons binding Mary Aram's blouse, and the girl's woven cloth.

In an instant the girl's body appeared bare in perfect beauty. The breasts with pink nipples were so beautiful. The smooth skin glistened like pearls, and the soft hair adorning her pussy aroused desire.

"Don't touch me!" Mary Aram covered her naked body with a blanket. Panic struck, she was immobilized.

"Please! This is not right!" The girl began to cry as Amar Mea Malawi's index finger explored her body. The index finger stopped at the vaginal hole. It made Mary Aram flinch even more in fear.

"You are so beautiful, I want you! I won't let Adam Mizeaz or your fiancé have you," Amar Mea Malawi's whispers gave Mary Aram goosebumps.

"I beg you, send me back! This is not right," the index finger entered the vaginal hole, Mary Aram was overcome with shame and anger at feeling humiliated.

Especially when Amar Mea spread Mary Aram's legs apart, then bent down to kiss the fine vaginal hair. The girl's heart was furious!

The man smiled at Mary Aram's pink clitoris. Without hesitation he licks it, the virgin fragrance is amazing!

His tongue got bolder and bolder into her pussy hole and swirled gently there.

"Please don't! It's not right!" Mary Aram tried to break free, she grabbed Amar Mea Malawi's hair.

The more she gripped, the stronger Amar Mea Malawi sucked on Mary Aram's pussy hole. Making the girl squeal.

The squeal made Amar Mea Malawi even more excited. Playing with her tongue on the girl's pussy hole.

"Please stop!" Unconsciously, the wetness of her pussy made Mary Aram's legs spread wide, her heart beating fast.

"Do you like it?" Amar Mea Malawi's soft voice broke Mary Aram's scream.

The man took off his coat and pajamas, and in an instant his warm body was like a blanket over Mary Aram's body. His penis wriggled against Mary Aram's pussy.

"I love you so much, I can't just let you go. My world will belong to you completely, and your world will merge into my world completely," in a growl of arrogance Amar Mea's penis pushed into Mary Aram's vagina.

The girl gasped! The pain of the thrusting exceeded the pain of her injuries, spurring Mary Aram's screams of rage. 'Shame! Humiliated! Colonized! Desperate!' Blended together to form a torrent of anger.

The powerful urge stabbed, shooting through the hymen to touch the uterine wall. It made Mary Aram shriek and her breathing stopped for a moment.

"Father! Help me!"

"You're too much!" Mary Aram cried out in between her nearly interrupted breaths. Her fingers gripped Amar Mea Malawi's bare waist. Her sharp nails scraped the firm waist.

A man's masculinity was so powerful! His penis thrust sharply into her. Writhing creates a sting inside Mary Aram's pussy, solidly wedged yet agile as an eel in a mud hole.

At the top of the quivering sting, Amar Mea Malawi finishes his exploration of the fire of love with a sweaty sow of sperm in Mary Aram's womb.

"Outrageous! So outrageous! You grabbed me in a helpless state," Mary Aram cried in despair.

"You are completely mine! No other man can have you, including your fiancé!" Amar Mea whispered, kissing Mary Aram's red lips. "I promise to honor and love your father until his old age."

Amar Mea Malawi used a white handkerchief to wipe Mary Aram's virgin blood, which had melted and mixed with the sperm from her vaginal hole.

The rose-scented handkerchief was proof that she had taken Mary Aram's virginity.

"Outrageous! So outrageous!" Mary Aram could only stare at the ceiling of the room, her hands gripping the bedding in fury.

Amar Mea Malawi's outpouring of love bewitched the man into a second sexual encounter, this time a very tender, soulful one. But for Mary Aram it was a never-ending torture.

'I don't know him, how can he have power over me?' Mary Aram continued to cry in Amar Mea's powerful embrace. 'Disgusting!

As dinner time approached, Amar Mea Malawi cleaned himself, his heart filled with happiness. He lovingly covered Mary Aram's body with a blanket, and kissed her forehead.

"You are so beautiful and graceful, I don't want you to belong to anyone else," the man headed for the bathroom. His manly body blended with the freshness of the flowing water, now that he had Mary Aram, his life felt perfect.

Actually Amar Mea Malawi had often met Mary Aram, the girl often did social work in the villages around the main river.

Amar Mea Malawi often saw her teaching the children of the Mua Mua tribe, her smile, her laughter, was very charming when joking with the children.

When she cooks in the traditional kitchen at the main river, it seems that the Mua Mua women love her very much. Mary Aram's actions are very polite and respectful towards the elderly. A rare woman in this day and age.

Amar Mea Malawi was very impressed with Mary Aram. Who would have thought that today she would actually interact with the 'Goddess' of the main river.

If 'The Goddess' was already in hand, why waste time? Getting married to her would be the best move.

Mary Aram continued to cry on the bed. She looked away when young master Amar Mea Malawi came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.

Amar Mea Malawi's body was a charming ideal, but to Mary Aram it was nothing less than a frightening figure. The man treated the wound on his waist from Mary Aram's sharp nails.

At exactly seven in the evening, there was a knock on the door. Patrice, the maid, and another servant arrived with dinner and medicine.

"Give young mistress a bath, and replace the bedding with new ones. I sleep here tonight," the young master Amar Mea Malawi took a glass of wine, and walked to the balcony.

"Yes, Young Master Mea Malawi," the two servants quickly washed Mary Aram, and replaced the bedding with new ones.

Mary Aram could only sigh and close her eyes when she saw the red stains on the bedding. 'How quickly have things changed? Just a while ago she was still Great Lady Aram, now she's become Young Mistress Mea Malawi.'

'Father! I'm sorry!' Mary Aram sobbed, feeling sorry for herself.

As the sound of Mary Aram's sobbing colored the room, Amar Mea Malawi could hear the soft murmurs of Miss Patrice, the maid, trying to comfort and reassure the girl.

Amar Mea Malawi sat relaxing on the balcony, he closed his eyes and savored the wine while reminiscing about his beautiful time with Mary Aram on the bed. And than the man would smile as he lost himself in his fantasies.

That pussy is so fragrant, so passionate of the soul arousing!

"Miss Patrice is reliable," Amar Mea Malawi pricked up his ears to hear what all the fuss was about.

["Young Mistress is very fortunate, young master Mea Malawi made his choice for young Mistress. Many beautiful women came to this house seeking the young master's attention, but Patrice's mistress never met them."]

["What luck? Don't you know how it feels when your master's big, long, hard sharp weapon pierces me? It hurts so much! It almost takes my breath away."]

["Young Mistress, most importantly, young master's love for young Mistress is great."]

Mary Aram cried again, until she coughed.

["The pain is still sore and stiff."]

"Oh poor thing! How big and long is my sharp weapon?" Amar Mea Malawi smiled and closed his eyes. His hand unconsciously grazed his own penis.

["Young Mistress, it might hurt the first time, but with time you will get used to it. Even Young Mistress will miss Young Master."]

["How can you miss your master? That man is very heavy and his growl is very noisy."]

When he heard Mary Aram's words, Amar Mea Malawi burst out laughing.

He sipped his wine while gazing at the sparkling city lights of St. Martin, which were as beautiful as jewels.

"Young Master, young mistress is ready for dinner," Miss Patrice called out.

"Ah Miss Patrice thank you," Amar Mea Malawi snapped out of his reverie.

The man went back into the room, he found Mary Aram sitting on the bed looking down. The girl continued to cry beating herself.

"Too much! It's too much! I can't take care of myself," sobs of anger broke the silence of the room.

"We have become one body. I am you, and you are me," Amar Mea Malawi lifted Mary Aram's chin, "So there is no point in you holding on to your anger."