rms and tenderly stroking her fine back.
Both their shirts had become drenched from their frolicking just now, and their fiery chests were almost directly pressed against each other. They continued to kiss and suckle upon each other, devoid of finesse and almost savagely, until the sun on the horizon was nearing its descent.
"I must marry you!" Raphael agitatedly exclaimed as soon as he released her, breathing heavily.
"But I don''t want to be a countess!" Edith protested."I realised when I was a child that I''m simply not cut out to be a princess."
"Then I won''t be a Saint-Clemont anymore. I''d just be Raphael Travis, a carpenter, a peasant, a tramp—anything! I just want to be with you!" Raphael stared at her with fiery eyes, shouting earnestly and resolutely.
Edith went blank for a moment, and then urgently began tugging at his clothes. She wrapped 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 undress