Tomek slept on his back, and in the morning he was still dreaming, reliving in reveries the splendid shaftings of the night before. And so it was no wonder, that even in his early morning dream state, his manhood was raging, and standing like the Eiffel Tower. Their bedsheet still covered them, but one could definitely see in the morning light, that part of the bedsheet, midway down, that was standing, pointing, a good 8 inches up above the rest of the sheet.
Venecia, as was her habit, woke before Tomek, with the bird song, and when her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the pointed tower in the sheets above him, she immediately flinched, and her sphincters all tightened. She wasn't a virgin anymore, and she knew what the point of that pointer was. It was as if she thought: ‘uh oh, here goes again; this is going to be a long day’. She was still sore down below, from the thrashings of last night. She had some moments to contemplate all this.
When he awoke, his own eyes fluttering open, he turned to see his bride's eyes looking right at him. He smiled and kissed her, a long kiss, very passionate, their tongues entwined, the two newlyweds enjoying their kiss on the first day after. When he gets like this, she could almost forget the carnage of last night.
But then he threw off the sheets. His bare cock was standing, but all covered in her dried blood from last night's deflowering. It looked like a race knife or sword, still covered in blood from a gruesome act. She flinched when she saw it, stared, then looked away.
And of course he wanted to fuck her. That first fuck of theirs wasn't going to be their last. And a man's need for his woman is greatest in the morning when his wood is strongest.
But Tomek was quite the gentleman. And he understood instinctively that his poor little maiden must still be in pain. She was too tight, and his big ole cock had torn her asunder.
So instead he just kissed her slavishly and held her close romantically. She still felt his cocks throbbing against her naked body, but he made no move to shove it in.
And after a while, he picked her up, and carried her in her arms, down the cliff towards their pond home. It must have been quite a sight to see, he carrying his bride down the path, she and her long wedding dress, and he butt naked, with his blood-stained saber tooth cock throbbing and kicking below her. All could see what he had done to her. She was virgin no more.
Down at the pond, they had breakfast, and they had a pretty normal day. He wanted to let his bride recuperate. She had one sore pussy. The only difference from their normal routine was that Tomek didn't wear his loincloth, and his manhood kept popping up periodically to full mast throughout the day. A man just can't help thinking of his bride that way. And it was still covered in her dried blood, and he wouldn't let her wash it off, when she offered. It seemed he was almost proud of it, boasting to the world of the deed he’d done. His blood stained saber, especially when it was raised, made it all too evident. She felt a twinge in her puss, every time she saw it.
It was evidence of the bloody crime he'd committed, that he was a bad boy, and he was showing off that he could do it to her again, anytime he wanted.
And that time came. After they'd eaten their dinner, and colors began in the sky, the man smiled and licked his lips, then threw her over his shoulder and carried her back up the hill to their deflowering bed. For act two.