She's a virgin.. but she isn't.. and that has to be explained by reading the story, really.. though if you ask nicelyi by PM I'll explain it in a lot more detail.

Once inside the hut, she heard Do’Cen turn and lock the door. This is where they would be for the next day or two, the third day would be spent getting prepared and that afternoon they would return to the outside world, but she wasn’t ready to think about that.
Do’Cen took her around the waist again, escorting her into the room. He stood her in front of a huge mirror. She hadn’t seen it before and had no idea they even owned something like this.
She gasped, there, in the mirror was a woman so beautiful, it was hard to even believe it was her, but she knew it was. She and Do’Cen together, were the most beautiful couple she had ever seen. She gasped lightly, catching her breath. She’d never imagined she could look that amazing.
Do’Cen leaned down to her whispering softly. “I wanted you to see, so I asked if we could use a mirror… I knew the ladies would do a good job with you.”
“Cen… I never, am I really that beautiful?” She turned to look at him.
He smiles lightly, cupping the left side of her face in his hand. “You are always this beautiful to me.” His voice was almost musical right now.
He looked into her eyes wanting so badly to kiss her. He wasn’t going to though. Not yet. He gently reached his other hand up and opened the release for the chain on her nose ring. She gasped slightly, and he realized it may still be a little tender. He took the chain and gently hooked it onto one of the upper piercings on her right ear, so that it wasn’t as likely to get tangled up on them. He gently brushed the back of her ear with his fingertips, pulling her in closer to him.
He gazed into her eyes and whispered softly “You are so beautiful. I can’t seem to stop thinking of you.”
She smiles sweetly at him. “I am yours, today, Do’Cen.”
“No, my love, I am yours, now and always.” He pulls her closer, kissing her so lightly.
It was like a torture to her, the soft touch of his lips. She wanted so much more… She tried to move closer to him, setting her hand gently on his chest. He smiled softly, but wouldn’t let her move in this time. Instead, he took her hair in his hand to keep her where she was.
She turns her golden eyes to his. He can sense her confusion and he wants so badly to just give in, but he also wants to wait just a little bit longer. He smiles lightly at her and releases her hair. His right hand slides down her left arm. His touch is so soft, running straight to her fingertips. He takes her hand softly, leading her across the room and closer to the bed.
“Cen…” Phaedra speaks so quietly, she isn't sure why he is so different today. Part of her loves it, the teasing and playful way he touches her, but doesn’t give in. Part of her is just confused. She wants to melt into his arms, to feel him close to her.
“Phae?” he smiles at her. “Anything you want, you can just ask.”
She stands closer to him and this time he takes her into his arms. He feels so warm and she feels safe in his strong arms. She doesn’t want him to let her go again. “You.” She said softly. “All I want is you.”
He kisses her, pulling her into him. She feels a rush through her body, a warm wave that causes her to collapse into him. She returns his kiss, pulling him even closer to her. She can’t move, can’t breathe, all she can do is keep kissing him.
He stops her a moment and she wants to just cry. She’s never felt so much resistance, and yet, he gives in so completely. She is lost. He must see her expression, because he leans in and softly whispers in her ear. “If I gave you my ring, would you wear it? You don’t have to marry me, don’t have to keep me, just… let the world know I belong to you.”
She cries softly. She can’t help it. “Cen… I…”
He takes her hand gently, sliding off the ring he always wore. He sets the gold band with a blue carved crystal on the index finger of her left hand and smiles at her. The symbol itself is beautiful, an ornately carved sun with symbols roundabout. She looks into his eyes, and he meets her gaze with his beautiful hazel eyes.
She sighs, nodding gently. “Cen, I love you.”
He pulls her in tightly this time, kissing her more intently than she had ever felt before. She could feel his warmth, the love he had, it was like it washed over her. She could feel his want, the way he pressed his body into hers, she felt… hungry… but not for food. She needed something… something more.
He stopped kissing her a minute, picking her up gently. He lays her back on the bed, feeling the blankets and soft skins of the bed brushing against his fingers. He wants her, more than ever before. The things he wants to do to her…
She smiles at him, pulling herself up against him. She wraps her arms even more tightly around him, pulling him down into a kiss. She finds herself tracing his tongue with hers, losing herself with the taste of his kisses. There is another wave that crashes over her. Deep, warm, flowing, the energy is so pure and she is lost within it. She barely even notices his lightly spreading her legs with one hand. He laid himself between them, kissing her even more deeply.
They were both still dressed, but so close now that it seemed almost like those clothes could just melt away. She set his hand on his bare chest, softly touching his new tattoo. She could feel his heart racing now, almost hear it through the tips of her fingers.
He stops kissing her again and she feels herself collapse into the bed. She sighs lightly. Just the thought of him pulling back, even a moment is killing her. He reaches down, sliding the shoulder of her dress over so that he can trace her collar bone with his lips.
She breathes deeply. There’s an ache inside her now. She lets out a slow breath, softly moaning at the feel of his lips on her skin. The sound of it, seems to encourage him and she feels his other hand wandering up and down her sides.
He doesn’t even seem to hesitate, finding a way to unfasten the ties and hooks on the side of the dress keeping it closed. He kisses her lips again, so slowly, so deeply. His hands are at the back of her neck, untying the top of her dress.
He stops kissing her, looking into her eyes again. “Phaedra, I love you.” His words are soft, breathy and she can’t think. He touches her skin lightly folding down her top towards the skirt of the dress. He pulls her into another kiss, her now bare breasts pressing against his chest. It’s nearly more than he can bear.
Cen turns her head slightly, kissing her cheek and then right below her ear. He draws himself up, laying himself against her and kisses her neck. His lips wrap gently around her skin, teasingly trying to pull it into his mouth.
She gasps breathing out slowly, it sounds almost like she is going to cry, yet she smiles delightedly.
He kisses down her neck across her collar bone and kisses her body softly, all the way down between her breasts and to her belly button. Every kiss is so gentle, so slow and thought out.
“By the gods...” she breathes. “Cen…” he stops a minute, grinning at her. Her eyes are so wide, so full of trust and love.
He doesn’t say anything for a minute, but rather reaches down and moves her dress the rest of the way aside. He lifts her gently, pulling it out from under her. He drops the dress on the floor and smiles at her, looking her body over.
He had never noticed half of the markings she has. She was covered in soft white combinations of flame, flowers and swirled designs that draw his eyes around her entire body. Her eyes are pleading with him, but he can’t seem to stop staring at her for a moment.
She sits up and kisses him, trying to drag her back down with him. He resists, pulling her body up against his so that her breasts are so tightly against his chest that his mind is lost.
His body against hers is driving her mad, the way that he keeps her from taking control, the way he holds her. Right now she wants nothing more than to be even closer to him.
When she pauses to catch her breath he grins at her. He starts to unfasten his pants and she giggles softly. He seems to struggle with it a moment or maybe it is the fact he is staring at her instead of watching what he is doing. She reaches a hand over, gently helping him and it sets him ablaze.
Her hand touching his skin, pulling at the ties on his pants leave him so hard now, that he can’t even focus. He was already hard, with his want for her. He felt a sort of pulsing fire through his body, waves of passion and want that he couldn’t even find the words for. He let his clothes fall away from him.
She was so close to him now, staring into his eyes. He smiles at her and kisses her again deeply. He lifts her lightly, pressing himself against her. He wants her to feel his want, feel how hard he is, but he doesn’t want to take her just yet
He lays her back on the bed again, kissing her more deeply than he ever had. He could barely keep himself from pushing into her. He could feel her body, the aching wanting moves of it against his. He felt her heart beating so hard, so fast. Her kisses were more wanting now, so hungry and his body was responding to them.
She was no child, she could feel him pressed against her, brushing her lightly with just the very head of his shaft and she wanted him more than ever. She was fully aware how close he was, how much she needed him inside of her. She didn’t know what it is, being here, being like this. She felt like she could just make him make love to her. Like the power here was all hers. She pulled his body against hers, as if trying to drag him into her.
He pulled away from her kiss, so slowly, taking her bottom lip with him between his lips. He releases her again and stares into her eyes. “Are you ready?” he smiles. Oh that smile… she nods softly, still breathless in his arms.
He moves himself slowly closer to her. His eyes are focused on hers as he gently, so gently slides himself into her. He barely keeps his eyes open, it feels so good.
She moans as he presses into her, closing her eyes. The look on her face is pure bliss. Her eyes are damp, and she cries softly. He kisses her lightly, taking her cheek gently in his hand. “Are you okay baby?” His voice is so gentle.
“I… gods… I…” she couldn’t think even one bit. She presses herself up into him and whispers softly. “It feels so…”
He smiles and kisses her. “You feel so amazing.” He slowly draws back, almost out of her and plunges into her, just as slowly. For him, this is pure torture because he wants to feel more of her. He wants to experience her completely.
She moans, eyes rolling backwards. She can barely keep them open, she wants to feel, everything. Her mouth opens lightly and she feels him kissing her, softly, pressing his lips into hers and then bringing hers into his mouth.
She pulls him down, kissing him more deeply and she feels him draw back, pressing into her again. Her whole body is on fire... She feels waves through her, waves of something, hunger, desire; she just knows she needs more of him. She needs… all of him.
She wraps her legs around him lightly, pulling herself even closer and pulling him back into her. She opens her eyes, seeing him smiling at her. She takes one hand, pulling his head down to kiss her again, and the other is wrapped around his back.
This is an invitation he just can’t resist any longer he presses into her, slow at first, his hands moving across her entire body as if he is playing a musical instrument. He kisses her deeply, passionately then focuses on just watching her.
She squirms under his touch, pressing into him and brushing his skin lightly with her fingers. She closes her eyes, moaning sweetly. As he gains speed she opens her eyes looking into his. He is so focused on her, but his eyes fall closed from time to time, a soft breath of a moan will escape his lips and she smiles, closing her eyes again.
She is so lost now, she just lets her body take over. She pulls into his thrusts, which are gaining speed. She is shivering, something inside her is welling up and she feels her moans start building into loud, nearly screaming sounds. He feels so good, so very good inside her.
She finds a shudder flowing through her, and in response he starts to gain speed. His breath on her skin, his moaning against her, it makes her feel hotter, wanting him even more. She moans louder she feels like she is going to die, but oh, what a beautiful death.
He pulls her into him tighter, lifting her at the waist to draw her up into his thrusts.
She moans again, this time she can’t breathe at all. She starts shuddering, the waves crashing into her entire body. She can feel him slowing, twitching inside of her. The waves of shuddering wash over her and her whole body feels like it is breaking apart like a ship on the shores. She looks into his eyes a minute.
His eyes meet hers and she feels herself collapse into him. She rolls her eyes back and she screams as she feels warmth flowing from inside of him into her. She feels him fill her up and she collapses into a breathless moaning softly.
She starts crying, silently. She is overwhelmed. She feels everything now. His emotions, hers… Hers alone would have been too much. She can’t speak, can’t move. She feels amazing, and a little guilty. She feels so loved, and so lost. She feels so many things; she can’t even remember ever having a name. She starts whimpering, softly, crying in his arms.
He pulls back out of her, pulling her into a gentle hug. He watches her, crying softly. He isn’t really sure what to do. He can feel her, like her feelings are his, and that makes it even harder. He lies next to her, hugging her. He can feel her confusion, her love, her fear, her loss… something is lost. He can feel so many things, so much stronger than he has ever felt in his entire life. He finds his own eyes watering as he watches her there.
She nuzzles into him. Right now, her emotions are dragging her all over. She is happy, sad, she’s scared to death, and she feels… so… different, somehow. She tries to talk, and all that comes out is a soft giggling, breathless sound.
He kisses her on the head, holding her gently. “It’s okay, Phae, it’s going to be okay>” his voice seems to calm her and she just stays there, pressed against him. She whispers softly, something but he can’t make it out. It takes her several minutes to calm down. She finally whispers softly. “Cen… I… I’m sorry… I…”
He smiles at her. “You don’t have to be sorry…”
“I can’t stop… crying… why can’t I stop?” She asks softly. She sighs as she looks into his eyes. “Cen… I love you… why can’t I stop crying… I’m so happy, but I’m crying.”
He brushes several stray strands of her hair away from her eyes, putting them back behind her ear. “It’s kind of normal, baby…” He kisses her forehead softly. “Phaedra, I love you... I’m here, if you need anything, if you want anything. I’ll always be here for you.”
She nods, quietly, and starts to drift away in his arms. She feels safe, so safe… She falls into a light sleep.