Guardians of the North

[MausAss]

(Closed for Barefootgirl)

“This is a unique opportunity, Vidar, an emissary from Valgaard is not something you will see more than once or twice in your lifetime. They are a proud people, one that has never been conquered,” king Valdemar said from his sickbed.

“Anyone can negotiate a trade deal, let Aravir handle it. Let the “warrior prince” prove that he can do more than swing a sword,” Vidar, the crown prince of Nordenheim, answered his father.

Aravir had always had more free time than his brother and he’d spent most of that time on the training grounds. There were soldiers who were better than him with a sword, but not many and his brother was not one of them. He had many other qualities that Aravir didn’t, and they had got along fine until people had started calling him the “warrior prince.” It was only natural that he was better with a sword, but his brother didn’t see it that way. Vidar was jealous of the way people looked at Aravir, especially girls. The rift that caused was part of the reason Aravir had been sent away to the north, to fight against the barbarians. Many thought he hadn’t been ready including his brother and they had been right. His mistakes in the beginning of the campaign had cost many good men’s life, but he had learned from them and in the end they had been successful. The barbarians lacked the discipline to stand up against trained soldiers and once they had adapted to their hit and run tactics the tides had turned.

Now coming back, he was hailed as a hero, but in truth it was the soldiers that had won the war, not him. That is if what they done even could be described as war. The tribes had never stood a chance in the long run. Still, the peace treaty had been a favorable one and their borders remained secure for now. Aravir attracted even more attention now, and his brother treated him worse than ever. These last few days back at the court had made him question what would happen once their father was dead.

“Princess Moira Rois is with them, Vidar,” the king pleaded, but was cut off by his son. Their father was sick, even sicker than he was when Aravir left, and in many ways Vidar was already acting like the king.

“They are an insignificant country to the south, one we already have a trade deal with. What can they possibly offer that is worth my time? Even a fool like my brother can negotiate a deal with them. If they want more trade we give it to them, it’s what made our kingdom rich. If they try to break, tell them to go to hell. Even a fool, like my brother can handle that. I hardly consider it a pressing matter. Good bye father, brother,” Vidar said hardly finishing the last sentence before he was out the door.

Not once during the conversation had Vidar looked at Aravir. If Vidar hadn’t been the crown prince, Aravir would have done something, brother or not. However he knew his place, but inside his blood boiled.

“Aravir come here,” his father winked at him to come over to the bed. “Your brother was never interested in history, if had been, he would never had called Valgaard insignificant.”

“The guardians of the North,” Alavir said, repeating what he learned from the history classes.

“You remember then Aravir. It’s not all myths, they represent something unique. For two hundred years we tried to conquer them, before we realized it is better to stay on their good side. Not all our neighbors have learned that lesson, but we have. This is an opportunity to learn both about Valgaard and what’s it like to rule. You will stand in my place today, Aravir so make sure you look like a king. I’ve always had faith in you Aravir, sometimes more than I have in your brother. Go and meet this princess of theirs and make me proud...”

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira paced back and forth in her bedchamber, clearly agitated at what had just happened! What were they thinking, allowing things to continue as they had, and now, the entire kingdom could be lost!

She sat down in a chair covered in purple damask in front of the unlit fireplace wringing her hands. What am I to do? How can I help save the kingdom without making father angry? Father seems to think that it is wise to go to this place and entreat King Valdemar about helping, but I’m not so sure I trust that this will be in our best interests. He will want something more than lands, coffers full of gold, and jewels. But, if I don’t go – if I don’t try – what will happen to my people?

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It was many days journey north to the Kingdom of Nordenheim, and Moira was exhausted and thankful that she and her entourage had been welcomed and given food and rooms in which to rest. The soldiers that had accompanied her were billeted with the soldiers of Nordenheim, and she left them under the care of the one advisor who had come with her, Sir Niall.

“I trust that you will sleep well, but be aware of all things around you. Tomorrow, when we are to meet, you will know where to find me by asking any one of the many knights that walk the stony, damp halls of the castle. I can only hope that they will be in agreement, and that we may leave here as soon as possible to return to Valgaard.”

"I hope so, as well, Princess Moira," relied Sir Niall. "Time is of the essence. We must have more soldiers in our fight, or we will lose the kingdom. I don't need to remind you of what that might mean to the people, but to yourself and your father."

In her bedchamber, she bathed in tepid water in front of the fireplace to remove all the dirt that had covered her from the trip north. Sitting in front of the fire now to warm herself, she combed her hair waiting for it to dry. First thing tomorrow morning, she knew that she would meet the king and the crown prince…what was his name? Oh, yes, Vidar…I must remember it. I don’t want my father to look foolish by having a dimwitted daughter!

As the sun set in the sky and she sat by the fire with bread and cold meat to fill her belly, and mulled wine to wash it down, she went back over what her father had asked her to do, why he had sent her on this journey.

After centuries of peace and winning battles against lesser kingdoms, they had found themselves fighting a kingdom that was relentless. They were determined to take Valgaard for the riches the land possessed in order to keep their growing kingdom fed and rich. She would personally entreat King Valdemar to lend his soldiers to the fight against them, in her father’s place. After his death, she would be Queen, and he insisted she learn to rule it wisely.

The missive she had brought with her was already handed over to the chief steward to be given to the king. By now, he knew the reason she was there, and was probably already discussing it with his advisors. When she met with him after breaking their fast tomorrow, what would he say?

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Morning had come all too soon, and she had eaten and dressed in a dark green gown, combing and pulling her hair back from her face. Her heart was pounding as she waited to be brought to the king's chambers to discuss the missive that her father had written.

The knock on her door came suddenly...

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[MausAss]

Aravir was waiting for the princess in the throne room, in his brother’s seat. It brought him some satisfaction knowing that his brother would't like it. A few guards were in the room together with some servants, nothing more, as the two kingdoms were on friendly terms. The name Valgaard held a special place in his mind. He'd loved reading about all the invasions they had fought off against all odds, even those against his own kingdom. A kingdom blessed by the gods, the guardians of the North. Except none of the stories said why they were called that. Perhaps it didn't mean anything, or maybe it did.

Still, it did not matter at this time. Valgaard was involved in another war, but for the last year it had been a stalemate. Much like any every other war with Valgaard had been like. Their capital had never been threatened, throughout their history. However things must’ve taken a turn for the better if they had time to negotiate a new trade deal.

“Her royal highness princess Moira of Valgaard, the guardians of the North.”

Aravir barely listened to the introduction, instead he focused his attention on the princess. He had never been much for more intricate part of the royal life, and that included introductions. The way Moira looked as she proudly swept inside the room left him breathless. He had seen princesses before, but usually they looked just like any other girl, but Moira was different.

You could tell she was a princess just by looking at her, Valgaardians were a handsome people, but even among her peers she stood out. Her fair skin, long blonde hair showed no traces of the journey and her modest cleavage already attracted his gazes. She was stunning, but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Yet, Aravir was already intrigued.

“Now, let me introduce the prince of Nordheim, commander of the roy—“

“A pleasure to meet your royal highness,” Aravir said as he jumped down to greet the surprised princess. It wasn’t the first time he cut off the servant who tried to introduce, and it wouldn’t be the last. He grabbed Moira’s hand before she had a chance to react and placed a kiss on it, while getting a feel for just how delicate her skin was. She was a princess through and through. “Who knew Valgaard hid such a jewel in their court,” he said, continuing to break protocol, without being too out of hand. Besides being a prince meant he had more leeway than a mere noble. Besides he was enjoying seeing her reactions to what he did. Her eyes gave it away, but her manners didn’t...

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“Soldiers, you want soldiers?” Aravir let out, surprised by her demands. It was suppose to be a trade deal, but all they wanted was military aid. “How is the war going Moira?” Aravir said, this time he didn’t even use her title in addressing her. If she let that slide, then that could only mean that her kingdom was in trouble. If that was the case, they could gain a lot more than complete access to their markets. This meeting was turning into something he hadn’t expected when it started.

 

[barefootgirl69]

“Princess, you really shouldn’t go in there alone,” Sir Niall whispered fervently as they walked behind the servant leading them to the Throne Room. He was afraid that they would take advantage of her tender age, and she would make unwise decisions without someone there to advise her.

Moira Rois wasn’t worried at all, especially after being told that she would be talking to the Prince of Nordenheim instead of the king, without any other explanation. She was hoping that all formalities would be finalized and the help her country so needed would be sent by the end of the week.

Placing her hand on Sir Niall’s arm, she continued walking. “Sir Niall, do not think for one moment that I cannot do the duty that my father has entrusted to me. Apparently, they believe that an agreement can be reached successfully, otherwise I would not be seeing the Crown Prince.”

With that, the door was opened at the end of the hall and she could hear her name as she was announced. She wouldn’t have admitted to her advisor for one moment that her heart was pounding and her throat dry as she thought of what she would say to him. She certainly wasn’t prepared for what she saw when she walked in.

He had been sitting almost nonchalantly in the throne when she first glimpsed him. When he stood, she saw that his hair was lying against his collar, and one piece was across his forehead, almost in his eyes. He was very handsome, not much older than herself.

Moira almost forgot her manners as he was introduced, hardly noticing that he had cut off the servant. Quickly, she forced her eyes from his face and dipped into a deep curtsey. Not even thinking about his hasty departure from protocol, she let him take her hand as she finished rising. He was standing so close, for a second she thought about reaching up and pushing his hair back for him.

Aravir led her to a chair on the side of the room, near a window through which the sunlight light the room. He listened intently as she told him the reason why her father had sent her.

“My father asked that I come to entreat your help in this battle with the Kingdom of the Wolves. They have fierce warriors, and are determined to take our lands to feed their people, and to gain a title that will surely strike fear in the smaller kingdoms around us. We have battled them long and hard, for over a year now, but still the battle rages.”

Moira wasn’t prepared for the outburst the Crown Prince made at her opening statement. “Soldiers, you want soldiers?” Aravir let out, surprised by her demands. “How is the war going Moira?”

“The war isn’t going so well, honestly. Our men are weakening. Never before have we fought and found ourselves in need of help from another kingdom. My father said that King Valdemar has proven himself a fair man in all of our trading, that he trusted him to also be fair in this.” She paused as she watched him looking at her, searching her face. Why did he look so surprised?

“If your kingdom could lend us 1,000 soldiers to fight alongside our soldiers, it might turn the tide of the war, and all of us can go home and live in peace once again. In return, we will negotiate the terms of our trade agreement to be in your favor for the next ten years.” That wasn't the only thing her father had offered, but she thought that maybe she would start with the least, and work the others as they negotiated terms.

Only now did Moira stop to think if this would be enough to encourage him to help. Where she had been bold in speaking and telling him what her father had asked for, now she hid her hands in her sleeves, quietly wringing them as she watched him pace back and forth.

 

[MausAss]

How could she reveal her hand like that, Aravir thought. He studied Moira’s face and came to the conclusion that she was sincere. However that meant she didn’t know how outrageous her demands were. This was no ordinary requests and normally he would’ve flat out refused, but if they truly were that desperate this could play right into his hand. He turned his attention back to Moira, and once again he was struck how beautiful she was, and how full of life her eyes were.

“You will need more than a thousand soldiers to turn the war and we can provide you with that. You came to us asking for help,” Aravir stated. He waited for Moira Rois to nod before he continued. Every word was important now. “I want the deal to remove all tolls between our nation and the terms extended,” Aravir continued. He saw the surprise on her face, the relief, but most of all disbelief. The deal would be just as favorable for Valgaard as it would for Nordenheim and more than anything she could’ve expected, but Aravir was not done yet.

“However, Nordenheim is not a nation or mercenaries. You can only buy our soldiers, our loyalty and friendship with blood and honor. Your trade deal won’t be enough to get what you need. You are asking for an alliance, and nothing is stronger than an Alliance forged by blood,” Aravir felt his blood pump through his veins. It was a gamble, she’d been so excited just moments ago, and now he was taking it away from her. Marrying her would secure his future, he would no longer be dependent on his brother. He took the few steps that still separated them and fell down on his right knee as he grabbed her hand.

“Marry me, and I will save your kingdom. Join our houses princess Moira Rois of Valgaard. Become my wife and you will get what you ask for. Our loyalty and our soldiers will be yours,” Aravir said feeling more alive than ever. He wanted her, he wanted her throne, but most of all he wanted to save her, make her his. He had wanted her from the moment she'd walked in.

No heir of Valgaard had ever married a foreigner, but he hoped she was desperate enough to say yes or that she would want him to save her enough to say yes anyway.

"Say yes and you will get everthing that you want, my princess."

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira sat and listened intently to what he was saying. She knew that allowing them to trade free of tolls and extending the terms beyond ten years wouldn’t be a problem, and she might have said as much to him if he hadn’t knelt before her and mentioned marriage.

When he took her hand, her heart began pounding within her chest. He was so very handsome, and at any other time she might have considered to have him court her, if it were at all possible.

Removing her hand, she stood and walked a few steps away before turning to face him. “Let me make sure I am understanding your offer, Prince Vidar. You want the tolls removed, the terms extended, and marriage. Is that correct?” Turning, she began to pace the floor, her hands moving as she talked. She needed time to think.

What would be his purpose in marrying her, did he not know that she would lose her right to ascend the throne as queen if she married a foreigner? If he thought that by marrying her, he would rule both kingdoms, then he was going to be very unhappy. If she told him now, though, he might rescind his offer, and her country would suffer. Better to keep the information to herself. What could he do to her after they were married and it was consummated. If he was angry when it was discovered, too bad. He never asked her outright, and she never lied…technically. Would it work? She still didn’t know what to do.

She continued talking while thinking and planning. “I know more troops are needed, I am just not sure how many you will be able to provide. We have known your kingdom has been in recent battles, and we didn’t know if you could spare more.” Turning to face him she noticed that he had risen and was watching her intently.

There was no way she could tell him the truth and still get what she needed to save her kingdom. She decided to do whatever she needed to do to make that happen, even if it meant hiding the fact that he would never rule both kingdoms.

Coming to stand in front of him, she stopped about three steps away and, clasping her hands in front of her to keep them from shaking, said, “If you will have the terms drawn up in writing, I will sign the agreement as an ambassador of my kingdom. As soon as they are signed, we can be married as soon as possible. How long will it take to get soldiers sent on their way?”

She bit her lip waiting for his answer.

 

[MausAss]

It'd been a long shot, but when she removed her hand he realized just how much he wanted her. He had wanted her since he first saw her and for a second he had thought she would accept.

Still, she hadn't said no and he could see her chest hive up and down as she paced herself on the floor. She was nervous, contemplating with herself while she was talking, and seeing that made a smile return to Aravir's face. There was actually a chance that she'd say yes.

"Let me make sure I am understanding your off, prince Vidar..."

She didn't know he wasn't the crown prince, Arivir realized as she called out his brother's name and he wasn't the only one that noticed, but one look from his stopped anyone from speaking up.

He had jumped down to greet her before he'd been introduced, of course she didn't know. She thought he was the crown prince, but as he looked at her he knew he couldn't reveal the truth, not unless he wanted to risk losing the chance of marrying her, of making her his. Aravir, knew he wouldn't be able to stand if she married his brother, he was already pompous enough as it was.

Still there was no way he could tell her the truth, even if it meant hiding that he wasn't really the crown prince. He couldn't take his eyes of Moira as contemplated with herself, she looked proud, royal and beautiful beyond belief. He'd married her even if she'd been a peasant girl. She stopped three steps away from him, and he could see the she'd come to a decision. Her hands were shaking, and Aravir couldn't tell if it was good sign or not. His heart was beating like crazy, waiting for an answer that could change his life forever, an answer that could make his heirs kings.

“If you will have the terms drawn up in writing, I will sign the agreement as an ambassador of my kingdom. As soon as they are signed, we can be married as soon as possible. How long will it take to get soldiers sent on their way?” Moira said, and he could the see the determination in her eyes. She was doing this for her kingdom, but she had said yes and there was no way he was going to give her a chance to change her mind.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her once more, and said, "You will be my queen one day," while looking into her eyes. She would be queen just not the queen of Nordenheim, "but for now you will my princess..." His lips left her hand and with a loud voice he proclaimed what would happen.

"We will be married today, princess. Our solidiers will march in three day and we will save your kingdom. Call the archbishop, tell him the prince of Nordenheim need him in the throne room right away and draw up the deal. One paper for the trade deal and one for the alliance."

"I will get our rings, princess," Aravir said, still unable to stop smiling. He was going to the royal chamber to get his mother's engagement ring. It meant something special to him, and wanted Moira to have it. His brother wouldn't like it, but he wouldn't like the marriage either. Aravir knew it was petty, but denying him both made it even better.

He knelt by his father's bed and explained the deal. "Don't tell Vidar, father. He will stop it, and we don't know if she'd agree to marry him. She acted very shallow, and as much as I love my brother, he has a few extra pounds. She also requested the biggest ring we had in the royal chamber and I agreed. Can I take my mother's ring?" Aravir said, feeling guilty for lying, but telling the truth was too risky. It was crazy, but but he was prepared to do whatever it took to make her his.

"I know your brother can be hot tempered at time, but I cannot keep this from him. He will be the king and if he married her it would make our country even stronger. Are you sure the princess is as shallow as you make her out to be?" The king asked, making Aravir grit his teeth.

"She is father. She told me herself that she would never marry anyone ugly and that I was the first handsome prince she has seen. She told me it was love at first sight," Aravir said getting even deeper into the lie. He hated lying to his father like this, but telling the truth was even worse option. He could not let his father stop the marriage.

"I trust you, son. Take the ring and marry her. It will be almost as good as if you're brother married her. It worries me that she is so shallow though, but perhaps it will make it easier for you to control her. Hopefully it is a blessing in disguise, Aravir. You will have your soldiers. I will sign the order to prepare the army. Take it with you."

Aravir let out a huge sigh of relief as he left the room with his mother's ring, as well as one more plain one in gold. It was with triumph he made his was back to the throne room, but not before stopping to get changed. He put on a black suit, with golden embroidery, an outfit suited a royal wedding. His hair was a bit wild, but he liked it that way and didn't want to waste any more time. Any second away from her, meant another second she could change her mind. He hurried his step even further, but it wasn't until he opened the door to throne room that his breath was affected.

Moira was standing there in a white dress, like an angel, and he felt a twinge of guilt for tricking her. She was out of his league, but he would tell any lie he needed to be with her. Even if it meant pretending to be his brother for a few minutes more.

"You look absolutely amazing," Aravir said, and it wasn't until now he noticed the others in the room. The archbishop was ready and Aravir felt more alive than he ever had on the battle field. This meant more than any war he'd been in. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"I won't marry you unless you sign the deal, Vidar" Moira said, refusing to move as he tried to lead her up the aisle. Aravir had forgotten all about it the moment he'd seen her.

"I will, hand me the papers," Aravir said wanting to get it out of the way. The trade deal contained no surprises, but the one with alliance specifically said the crown prince of Nordenheim. It would mean nothing if she married him, she would not get her soldiers. He could not betray her like that.

"I will sign the trade deal now, and our marriage will seal the alliance not a piece of paper. have my father's blessing and his order to prepare the royal army right here. I will sign the paper as soon as we're married," Aravir said, once more offering his hand and after thinking some time she took it and they began to make their way up the aisle. Legally they could still get the marriage annulled as long as the marriage hadn't been consummated. She even smiled back at him, although she did look a bit worried, like she was hiding something, or maybe she was worried he was tricking her. Whatever it was it did not matter, not now. All that mattered was that she would say yes.

"I got you my mother's ring, " he whispered to her, as they took the last step before stopping before the archbishop. Even just touching her hand had his blood boiling, she was his princess. He hardly listened to the words, and he kept looking over at her, as she stood right next to him. Her petite figure, her big blue eyes, everything about her was delicate, yet she still looked stronger than steel. A steel rose.

"Prince Aravir, do you take princess Moira Rois for your lawful wedded wife..." The bishop said before, while Aravir felt the princess squeeze his hand as hard as she could.

"Aravir, not Vidar!" Moira, whispered to him and he could hear by her tone that she was upset and he turned towards her. Her eyes were shooting flames, yet she didn't make a scene, not yet. The bishop continued reading, while giving them a curious look.

"You can't back out now. I'm the commander of the army, I can stall the for weeks. Does it really matter that I'm not the crown prince, as long as you're saving your kingdom?" Aravir whispered back, and squeezing her hand back.

"...keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Aravir said loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Sometimes you have to lie to get what you want, and I've wanted you since I first time saw you, and technically I never lied. You just assumed I was the crown prince. Say yes and I will do everything in my power to save your kingdom."

 

[barefootgirl69]

They had come to an agreement.

Parting ways, each to ensure that things were in order for the marriage to take place, Aravir went to his father’s chambers. Moira Rois left the throne room sending a servant in search of Sir Niall to inform his of what was to take place that afternoon.

With the help of a few servants, she changed her gown and arranged her hair in a fashion suitable for a royal wedding. “One day, you will be my queen.” He had said. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and turned to her advisor, Sir Niall.

“I have made an arrangement that I know you may not be pleased with, but it matters not. I’ve given my word to my father to do whatever I must in order to save the kingdom.” She walked toward him, not waivering. “The tolls will be removed and the terms extended between Valgaard and Nordenheim, but that is not all. This afternoon a marriage will take place between Prince Vidar and myself. This will ensure that fresh soldiers are sent to the battle that will support and assist our own.”

He stood there gaping at her, “Princess, are you certain? You do realize that you will give up your right to be queen in your own kingdom if this marriage takes place. You would give up, dismiss it so easily?”

Walking away, she stiffened her resolve, and turning back to him said, “If there is not marriage, there are not soldiers, and there will be no kingdom to be queen of. This is the best that I can do, and pray that we are able to save Valgaard from falling foreign hands. I will still be queen one day, Queen of Nordenheim.”

There was a knock on the chamber door, and she knew it was time to return to the throne room to complete the arrangement. She walked through the doors and saw that changes that had taken place in preparation, and saw that the bishop had arrived and was speaking with the chief steward. There was a hush over the room and the doors once again opened and the prince entered.

He looked so handsome dressed in a black tunic with embroidery of gold. His hair was mussed, but it suited him, for she felt he was a wild spirit underneath his princely demeanor. Her heart beat quickly, tonight he shall be my husband.

"You look absolutely amazing," he said. As much as she wanted to reach out and touch his face gently, she knew that this was a marriage of convenience, one to save her country. Her response came out somewhat harshly, "I won't marry you unless you sign the deal, Vidar.”

As they made their way up the aisle toward the bishop, she listened to him speaking to her, wondering how he would take the news that she was giving up her birthright to marry him, and that there would not be a true union of their kingdoms. She knew nothing about him at all, what kind of temperament he had, what his preferences were. In time, they would know each other thoroughly.

Standing now before the bishop, the ceremony began.

"Prince Aravir, do you take princess Moira Rois for your lawful wedded wife..." The bishop began and Moira’s heart jumped. Squeezing his hand to get his attention, she angrily whispered, “Aravir, not Vidar!" She glared at him while the bishop continued reading, while giving them a curious look.

"You can't back out now. I'm the commander of the army, I can stall them for weeks. Does it really matter that I'm not the crown prince, as long as you're saving your kingdom?" Aravir whispered back, and squeezing her hand back.

She didn’t answer him, she was angry and trying to process what he had told her and what she could do, if anything.

"...keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Aravir said loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Sometimes you have to lie to get what you want, and I've wanted you since I first time saw you, and technically I never lied. You just assumed I was the crown prince. Say yes and I will do everything in my power to save your kingdom."

“Do you, Princess Moira Rois of Valgaard, take Prince Aravir as your lawful husband…”

She knew he would be true to his word, and that he truly had his father’s blessing to continue in the marriage and help Valgaard. No matter what else he was, he was not a liar… she had simply assumed, and he had never corrected her. But, that did not mean she was happy about it. Now, she would not only be giving up becoming Queen of Valgaard, but Queen of Nordenheim, too.

"...keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall live…”

“I do” she said quietly.

When the ceremony was complete and they turned to face the assembled people, the bishop announced, “I present to you, Prince Aravir and Princess Moira, husband and wife.” Moira’s heart almost stopped. There was only one thing left to do. Sign the papers that would ensure an alliance between the kingdoms.

Looking at Aravir, she asked, “I will not leave this room with you until the papers are drawn up with the correct name, and signed properly with all the people here as witnesses.”

She was still angry that he had let her believe that he was the Crown Prince, but she still could not understand why? Because he wanted her? As if that was a reason! What would have happened if his father had not agreed?

She wanted to walk away and speak with Sir Niall, but she was almost ashamed to admit that she had married someone and didn’t even know his true identity until they were walking up the aisle. She would look foolish at the one moment she wanted to look wise. Still, proper decorum dictated that she stand beside her prince, her new husband.

Moira wouldn’t be quite so proper when they were alone.

 

[MausAss]

The ring was on her finger, she was his wife now. His brother wouldn’t be happy, but Aravir had gotten what he wanted, the princess and a kingdom. A feisty princess who he couldn’t take his eyes off. They held hands as the bishop introduced them as husband and wife, and it didn’t take more than one second for Moira to turn to him and demand that he signed the papers. Her eyes were sparkling and instead of doing what she wished he pulled her closer.

Aravir grabbed her face, “First we kiss, princess,” and pressed his lips against hers while closing his eyes. She had resisted it at first, but it was tradition and she was his wife. She couldn’t deny him this kiss, without losing face. His tongue gently sought out hers and suddenly everything felt perfect. He vaguely heard the door to the throne room open and his brother’s voice, but for as long as the kiss lasted only him and Moira truly existed. Her face was a bit flustered when he pulled away, but she still had that determined look on it. She wouldn’t leave the throne room if he didn’t sign the deal.

“I will sign it,” Aravir had time to whisper before his brother Vidar had caught up to them.

“Congratulation brother,” Vidar said with a voice dripping of venom, and he didn’t offer Aravir his hand. “She’s pretty I give her that, but she’s nothing but an empty shell, brother, just like you," Vidar said before turning to Moira, with a lecherous look on his face. He wanted her too. “If you wanted a simple soldier princess, you got one. You could’ve had a prince. Give me back my ring, this simpleton doesn’t deserve it.”

Moira had a confused look on her face, but she didn’t know what lies Aravir had told his father. He squeezed her hand harder, and hoped that she wouldn’t back out now. Luckily his brother was on his worst behavior and he smelled of wine. He wasn’t a drunkard, but Moira wouldn’t know that and or that Vidar would take her for his own if she gave him the chance, but Aravir did.

“The king gave it to me Vidar as well as his blessing and you do not talk like that about my wife. I have the right to defend her honor if you do, brother. I won’t give back the ring, it is hers now.” Aravir said, vaguely threatening his brother.

“You wouldn’t dare brother,” Vidar answered, but he sounded less confrontational. “I wish you two the best, but don’t expect the same support when father has died. You can keep the ring, but I won’t forget about this,” Vidar said, and this time he shook Aravir’s hand before he stormed out. Aravir could tell Moira wanted an explanation, but he couldn’t tell her yet, not in public.

“I will sign the deal now, confirming the alliance between our two countries,” he said partly to calm her down and partly to change the subject to something else. There was still a fire within her, waiting to be unleashed, but for now she held her tongue. He wasn’t sure if she would be so quiet when they were alone, but either way, he would make her his tonight and that kiss. The feeling still lingered on his lips, a lingering desire, a proof of how much he wanted her.

 

[barefootgirl69]

“I will sign it.” Moira heard these words almost from a distance as Aravir ended the kiss. She had never been kissed before and the feel of his mouth on hers made the blood flow quickly in her veins. She was almost sad that it had ended.

She hadn’t even heard anyone entering the throne room until he stood there beside them. “Congratulations, brother.” She looked in the direction of the voice to a man not much older than herself and realized that this was the Crown Prince, the man she was supposed to have spoken with before. Would he have made her a better deal, would she have been his wife instead, she wondered to herself.

She tried to get her bearings and listen to the conversation between her husband and his brother. The more she heard, the more confused she was, until she was downright angry at the word he was spewing forth. An empty shell? What did he mean by calling her a simpleton? Before she could say anything, Aravir squeezed her hand as if to reassure her. Or maybe it was to hold her back from saying something to this man who had come in speaking disparaging things about her right in front of her.

As he stormed off, she wanted to chase after him and speak her own mind, but Aravir spoke about signing the documents and that caused her to turn to him. She wanted those papers signed, and then, she wanted an explanation of what had just happened.

She followed him to the table where things had been set for the signing. As she watched Aravir signing, she looked at his hands. They were large, and looked strong from years spent yielding a sword. She blushed as she remembered that he had lifted her chin for that kiss with those hands. Those hands would be the ones…never mind, don’t think of that now! She scolded herself.

As soon as he was finished, she turned to Sir Niall. He had been with her watching the marriage and the signing, and had overheard the conversation between the Prince and his brother. He would be sending back the others who had come with her on this mission, with a missive to her father telling him of the alliance, of the troops that would be forthcoming, and of her marriage. Only he would remain with her and her lady’s maid.

“Please, send them now with the missive. Ensure that it gets into my father’s hand as soon as possible. It is my wedding night, you will stay with the household witnesses, but I want to see you tomorrow. Above all, Sir Niall, do not speak of my disinheriting the throne at this point. It is something I must tell my ….Prince Aravir….first.”

As he moved to the other side of the throne room, she turned to Aravir. Looking into his face she simply said, “Thank you.”

She had not forgotten the confrontation he had just had. She shivered as she thought I could be married to that, that…condescending, angry man. No, she would ask about his brother when they were alone. He had better have some good answers as to why she was called empty and simpleton!

 

[MausAss]

On the outside it looked like Aravir patiently waited for Moira to sign the treaty and talk to her knight, but inside he was counting every second. He watched every move she made, waiting for the moment she’d return to him. Tonight he was going to make Moira his, take her. She was his princess now, his sweet beautiful blonde princess and she would soon learn that. Soon he’d be able to ouch her, taste her, and fuck her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she made her way back to him again. She looked more determined now, and there was no doubt in his mind that she wanted to tell a thing or two. However talking was very far down on the list of things he wanted to do to her right now.

“Come here, wife,” Aravir said, unable to contain his smile. He grabbed her and pulled her close as soon as she was within his reach. It was their wedding day, and he had waited long enough now. There was no music, no reception planned, so only the best part was left. Still pulling her in, caused her to get those fiery eyes again. It didn’t stop him though, and he proceeded to grab her and pull her up into his arm.

“What are you doing?” Moira whispered, she still looked mad. He bet no one had treated her like this before. He grinned back at her, unable to hide his desire.

“I’m taking my wife to bed.”

Aravir didn’t even give her the chance to say good bye, as he carried her out of the room and into the hall and up the stairs towards the royal chamber.

“What are you doing?” She repeated one more time, but he could tell she was trying hide a smile.

“Can you feel my heart beat? Imagine how hard it will be beat once I’m inside you,” Aravir said, not even trying to hide his intentions any longer. “Open the door.” She reached out and opened the door to his chamber and he carried her inside and used his foot to close the door behind them.

"Inside me? What are you talking about? Put me down right now!" Moira said as she struggled to get out of his arms. Her hands was pushing against his chest but it wasn’t until they reached the bed that he let her go, throwing her onto the bed.

“What exactly was your brother talking about calling me an empty shell and a simpleton? Does he not know who I am, or was he just too drunk to remember his manners?” She kept going on, while Aravir removed his shirt and boots, before crawling on top of her.

“That’s because I told my father you were,” Aravir said seeing the shock in her eyes, as he grabbed her face.

“You said that!” Moira said and he couldn’t help himself from smiling, she just looked so cute.

“I lied, everything I told my father about you was a lie,” Aravir said and suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his cheek as Moira slapped him.

“How could you?” Moria said with a rebellious look on her face and it was clear she wouldn’t let it go. However Aravir was having nothing of it and as soon she’d slapped he was turning her over on her back.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat,” Aravir said, while pulling her undergarments down and lifted up her dress, while she kept questioning him. He wanted her on her fours, not nagging on him already. It was their wedding night and it was time Moira realized it. With her bare cheeks exposed, he pulled his hand back and gave it a hard slap, and she stopped talking for the first time since they been alone together. His hand left a red mark on her white skin, and he leaned over her back and whispered.

“I loved you at first sight, but you need to shut up,” Aravir said, and as soon as she started saying something his hand was raining down on her ass again and this time she let out a moan.

“Are you ready to stop acting like a spoiled princess, and start acting like my wife,” Aravir said still breathing onto her neck. “Tonight I want you to use your lips to kiss me, pleasure me. We can talk all you want tomorrow, but first undress for me, princess.”

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira laid there on her belly stunned into silence. For the first time in her life, she was being spanked…and it was by her own husband! She had never been so mortified!

“How can I get undressed when you are atop of me this way,” she whispered heatedly.

She felt the heat of his hand still on her bottom, and the cool air of the room where he had lifted her dress and exposed her in a most unseemly way. Not only had she been lied about, called horrible names, but now she was laying here with her bottom bare and stinging from this man…this prince…her husband! What had she gotten herself into? What else might he do if she didn’t obey him?

Aravir chuckled, his breath warm on her neck causing her to stir in ways she had never done before. It wasn’t all unpleasant, but she would not tell him that! Not until he had answered her questions and told her what lies he had put forth.
He let go of her and stood beside the bed, “There. Now you have no further excuse to do as I’ve asked. Come, wife…take your gown off for you husband.”

He went to sit in the chair nearest the fire that had been lit by a servant right before they had entered, his legs crossed, and a smile of expectation on his face.
Moira pushed herself up from the bed, her dress falling once again to her feet.

She glared at Aravir before looking around a room that she had never been in, that was distinctly male. She spied a changing screen in the far corner of the room and something filmy and white hanging from it. This could not be something he would wear, she thought…the servants have been busy this afternoon.

Walking slowly across the room with her chin held high, she went behind the screen. There was a chair, and a small table…and this robe. White and sheer, with lace along the shoulders. Where on earth could this have come from? She hadn’t brought any such garment with her, it never crossed her mind that it would be needed. Slowly, she pulled off the gown that she had worn for the ceremony, laying it across the chair. All of her undergarments were set on top and her hand trembled as she reached for the robe.

She had never been told of what to expect on a wedding night. Her mother had died while she was just a girl. There had been no suitors in her kingdom. The small gossip of the servants that she had overheard didn’t amount to anything close to a hill of potato peelings. But, she had heard that kissing was good…and she could say, now that it had happened to her, that it was quite good. It had caused her stomach to get butterflies and a yearning between her legs. These thoughts made her blush.

“Come, wife. What is taking so long? I can help you take them off if you would like.” Aravir’s voice carried loudly across the room.

Grabbing the robe, she retorted, “I am almost finished, HUSBAND! You know, I’m a simpleton…things take a bit longer. While you are waiting, perhaps you can tell me about all these lies you have told your father. Then, I will know why people think I’m a simple, empty-headed woman.”

She stepped out from behind the screen watching his face as she crossed the room and stood before him. There was no way to know what he was thinking. He simply stared at her for a moment, his eyes darkening.

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[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir was almost taken over by lust as soon as he saw Moira walk towards him dressed in the robe. He knew that below it she wore nothing, and indeed as the firelight flickered he was sure he caught glimpses of her beautiful skin below it. Still he also knew that unless he answered her question he would not be getting a look at it without a fight. Being the smart military man that he was he chose a temporary surrender so he could have a greater victory later on.

Looking up at her face he put on his most charming and disarming smile, which didn't really sit well on him. He was a straightforward person and he had hated lying to her and his father. Sighing he tried a genuine smile. "Forgive me wife but that was all my doing. I could not risk my father or brother finding out my plan to marry you or ruining it. I needed my Father's permission to send the troops, and to give you my mothers ring, but at any time my brother could have stopped it, so I lied to my father. I told him you were a shallow woman that only coveted beautiful things and had already expressed disinterest in my dear brother and an interest in me. Believe me I think I have saved you from a fate worse than death were you to marry my brother, but I will try to salvage your reputation if you wish. It's just that I could not risk loosing the chance to wed you Moira. Everything I said about the benefits to both of our kingdoms was true, but the main reason was you."

Aravir stood up and walked the short distance that separated them and kissed her gently then with more passion before looking at her again. "I vow to you from this moment on Wife, no more lies. You are now mine and I am now yours. Tomorrow we begin preparations to march to your kingdoms aide and to begin our new lives together."

Smiling at her he leaned down and picked her up in his strong arms and carried her back to the bed and kissed her before laying her down in the middle of it and looking down on her as he started to undress.

"Tonight however, we become man and wife in the true sense of the word. I have been looking forward to this ever since you agreed to be my wife Moira," he smiled hungrily.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira felt the fluttering begin in her belly again the moment his lips touched hers as she stood before him. She had forgotten that she was naked beneath the thin robe or that he could see that nakedness through the flimsy material that was barely covering her. As he picked her up in his arms she wondered if he could feel that there was nothing except the thinnest of material between them. He kissed her, speaking his words of reason and his excuses, her arms had slipped around his neck and she kissed him back tentatively.

But, she came to her senses when he laid her in the middle of the bed and told her that they would be ‘man and wife in the true sense of the word’. She sat bolt right up in the bed, her hands grabbing the robe at her breast to keep it from falling open.

Scathingly she asked, “You think you can simply tell me these ‘stories’ and that you can have anything you want, Aravir? How do I know that you are not lying to me as you say you’ve lied to everyone from the moment I’ve met you? Is this not a fault that you have? How do I trust someone who is so untrustworthy?”
She saw the anger flash in his eyes and pulled back a little in fear. Would he beat her again? Her face flushed again at the thought. It had not been such a terrible thing, and had almost seemed to please her. She was about to speak again but knew that the fate of her kingdom lay in his hands. He could withdraw at any moment if she did not uphold her end of their bargain.

Moira looked at the man who was her husband, this Warrior Prince who had promised to take care of her country, and all he asked in return was a few token things for his own country, and for her to be his wife.

“Why do you want me so, Aravir? What is it that you think I offer you?” It never crossed her mind that it might simply be her beauty that had captivated his mind, or that everything about her made his heart swell. All she saw was the deceit he had used to get his way. She would need to watch him carefully, and she would need to honour the contract she had made, even if that meant consummating their marriage.

She untied the belt at her waist that held the robe together as she watched him standing there beside the bed. Then, she slowly and carefully pulled it away from her shoulders until it fell to the bed around her. Her firm breasts were rising and falling with each breath that she took as she waited for him to say something. Do something.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir was struck dumb at the beauty of her as she sat in the middle of his bed, the thin material she had worn spread around her like a cloak of innocence and yet her eyes looking at him with distrust and anger but still a little bit of dare he hope, longing.

It was that final part, and only that, that allowed him to proceed. If there had been no trace he would have given up all hope and still gone with her, but strictly as the general of the armies. However with just that trace he knew he had a chance to win her heart and that was all the encouragement he needed.

Smiling he knelt down beside the bed and reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. "From the moment I saw you Princess Moira I was captivated by your beauty, and from the moment you spoke, the sound of your voice captured my heart. I would have gladly told any lie to make you my wife and in truth I am not sorry that I did because you are here with me now and we are wed."

Standing up he began to divest himself of his own clothes, tossing them towards the chair he had been sitting on as they left his body. What was revealed was a tall muscular body, tanned from being outside and punctured here and there with small old scars from the battles he had fought in. As he finally took off his drawers and tossed them his erect member was revealed to her standing up in all it's glory.

"You say how can you trust that I love and desire you, well this right here should prove that," he says gesturing towards his steel hard cock. "Also the fact that I am willing to leave my own kingdom behind and take a good portion of my troops to go and fight your war for you, and I do mean you Moira, should tell you something else. You are my wife now, or you soon will be and I plan to protect you and all that you are to my dying breath."

Climbing onto the bed he moves up it until he is sitting in front of her then takes her in his arms and kisses her passionately. "Now my dear shall we stop playing word games and get on to playing games more suited to the bedchamber," he grins at her.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira almost moaned aloud as his finger touched her cheek and he spoke his sweet words, but she stopped herself. She reminded herself that he had lied, and this, too, could be lies. But, oh, how she wanted to believe him.

When he moved away again, she was relieved - until she saw him start to remove his clothing. He looked magnificent as he took his shirt off and flung it onto the chair, and she could see the scars where he had fought. This man was willing to go and fight for her country. For a moment she forgot her anger with him.

Removing the last vestiges of his clothing and turning to her, Moira gasped, her hands clasping at the robe that lay around her. She hadn’t seen a man naked before and she was unprepared for what she saw. He was already aroused and she blushed, her skin flushing with her own arousal at the way he stood there, naked and making sure she saw how he desired her. The pounding of the blood in her ears drowned out the words that he was saying to her.

By the time he climbed onto the bed, she knew there would be no way she could resist him. Even now, her body was defying her. The fire couldn’t keep her flesh from getting bumps as if she were cold, and it didn’t keep her nipples from hardening as he took her in his arms, kissing her passionately.

When he stopped to tell her to quit playing words games, while he grinned at her, her arms rose up around his neck and she pulled him to her as she fell back against the bedcovering. With his body covering hers and their tongues exploring each other’s mouth, Moira finally allowed herself to sigh – signally her pleasure.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Arivir kissed her hungrily, exploring her mouth as his tongued dueled with hers. He was pleased that she had finally given in to her desires and that she actually had them. Now he knew he could actually win her heart which was what he dearly wanted to do. Still right at this moment it was not her heart he was interested in, but other parts of her body.

He slowly moved his mouth from hers and started to nibble on her neck and made his way up to her ear and nibbled on her lobe, before again kissing and nibbling his way across to her other ear to repeat the process. He moved back to her mouth and again kissed her deeply before lifting himself up off her body a little and looking down into her eyes and face.

"You have no idea how much I wish to take you right now my sweet Moira, but if you trust me I think I can make this both pleasurable and as painless as possible for you."

He smiled as he began to kiss down her body until he reached her firm supple breasts and then he kissed and licked around one while his fingers traced the same pattern on the other. When he began to suckle on the nipple he rolled the other between his finger and thumb. He did so for several minutes then swapped and repeated the process on the other side before kissing down her body towards her nether regions.

He sighedas he reached his goal and spread her legs wider before opening her up with his fingers and then tasting her for the first time. It was like drinking from a pristine stream and he licked all around her for all he was worth, tasting every inch of her before his tongue began to work on her clit and he inserted a finger inside her and began to search for her maidenhood. It would be best broken by a probing digit than his engorged member. However he could not seem to find it. He began to move his finger in and out of her and then added another to stretch her out a little. He probed further but still he found no trace. Was his wife not as pure as she claimed. No he would not believe that, there must be another explanation. However this raised some problems of it's own. With no maiden head to break there would be no blood and no proof of consummation. Then smiling he thought of a plan and he got back to the business at hand. If he could make his wife orgasm first he hoped he would slip inside her easier.

 

[barefootgirl69]

He seemed to leave a trail of fire everywhere his mouth lingered to kiss and lick her. Moira turned her head as he nibbled on her lobe, a small gasp sneaking past her lips before she bit her lip to stop them. Each time, he returned to her mouth and kissed her and now she couldn’t stop herself. She took his head in her hands and kissed him back, just as passionately as he was kissing her…and then, suddenly, he was gone.

She was slightly dazed as he looked into her eyes and told her that she should trust him, and then his mouth was lingering at her breasts. Assuming he was talking about the deceit, she pushed the thought from her mind as she felt his warm mouth enclose around her nipple. As he suckled her, he was teasing her other nipple, rolling it into a hard tight bud before moving to take it into his mouth.

Moira’s body was responding to these new sensations in a way that she had never imagined when she had over heard the ladies-in-waiting speak of their lovers. The butterflies she had felt in her stomach at his kiss had moved lower until it became an ache in places that were tender and untouched.

When Aravir spread her legs apart and kissed her in her most secret place, she almost cried out in protest. His mouth had lowered and his tongue lapped at her as if she were a sweet dessert and he was licking the bowl. Her only cry was of pleasure and her hands once again gripped the robe that was still underneath her as she watched him between her opened thighs. Then she felt his finger sliding into her. She was not unfamiliar with the pleasure it caused, having touched herself many times in the past, but to have him…her husband…be so intimate with her was an exquisite delight.

Moira knew that there would pain involved as they consummated their marriage. She also knew that there would be a proof that she was indeed unsoiled. At the moment, these thoughts were no where near to what was in her mind. Laying her head back and closing her eyes, her mind clouded with the intense pleasure that his finger and mouth were producing and she yielded to them as her passion peaked and her orgasm made her cry out.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir felt her body tremble and then she cried out in passion as her orgasm ripped through her. He tasted a fresh flow of juices on his tongue and felt his fingers bathed in them as they began to glide easier into her. He knew now was the time he had been waiting for.

While she was still distracted by the sensations her body was going through he stopped what he was doing and gently eased his fingers out of her. Moving up her body he positioned himself at her entrance and then pushed forward. His head easily entered her and he was able to sink the first two inches of himself into her with ease. She had still not really reacted yet but he knew with his next act she would. Gently he rocked back and then thrust forward slowly but with a little force pushing another two inches inside her and entering virgin territory, opening her up for the first time.

He saw her eyes widen but he did not stop, pulling back out and doing it again, sinking another inch inside. He was now almost fully inside of her and with a last push buried himself all the way and then stopped to allow her to adjust to having something inside of herself.

He leaned down and began to kiss her passionately, using one hand to again play with her nipples. Pulling away from her he smiled and said "Now you are my wife in deed as well as name. However let us continue until this is as enjoyable for you as it is for me."

Slowly he began to withdraw from her until only the head remained inside of her, then he pushed his entire length back in stretching her back out. He kept his pace nice and slow. She would tell him by her actions and maybe her words when she was ready for him to go a little faster.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira felt him withdraw his fingers and move, but she wasn’t thinking of anything except the pleasure that had just wracked her body. When he positioned himself at her entrance she simply smiled up at him and put her hands on his chest ready for his kiss. She wasn’t prepared for what he did next.

She felt him push inside her, his body rigid above her as he held back with such control. She was getting used to him when he withdrew and suddenly pushed inside her again, further than before, and her eyes flew open more at the shock of being stretched than of the pain. Withdrawing once again and thrusting forward, his length filled her and then he stilled as he waited for her body to get used to this …. Invasion. That was the only word she could come up with. Now her hands were pushing against his chest, but he was like a rock wall.

“Get off me!” Moira said tersely, but her mouth and her body were saying two different things. As she was saying those words, her hips moved, and as she moved she felt him within her…and she couldn’t deny that it made her want to move against him over and over. Her nipple was tingling from his touch and she remembered how it was when he had taken it in his mouth…how it made her ache. Thinking of that made her hips move once again.

This time her hands moved down and wrapped around him beneath his arms and she could feel the muscles as he held himself above her. Her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs and she pulled her hips away from him, and then pushed against him.

Her eyes told him that she wanted him.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir had expected her resistance. After all she was who she was and that was one of the reasons he loved her. Yet even while he mouth had said those things her hips had been moving with him. He had smiled down at her and stoically took the pressure her hands applied to his chest. He was actually impressed by her strength, but he was a warrior with several dozen pounds on her and the added advantage of leverage. She was never going to force him off.

It did not take long for her arms to wrap themselves around him lovingly or her legs to wrap around his and actually urge him to enter her body while her own rose to meet him. He had watched the look in her eyes turn from anger to lust and he knew he had maybe now finally won a place in her heart.

Slowly he began to speed up his pace, angling himself into her in new ways every so often to not only hit new spots inside her but also to help in stretching her out. Soon he found it easier to glide in and out of her and he knew the time was right to go even faster.

He moved up to half pace and even thrust harder as he got to the end of his stroke to bury himself just that little deeper inside of her. He leaned down and rubbed his chest over her hardened nipples and once again claimed her mouth his tongue entering her mouth and seeking out her tongue. Pulling back he looked her in the eye and smiled. "Welcome to womanhood my wife, I hope you enjoy it because I plan on doing this with you every chance I get." So saying he leaned down and began suckling at her breasts.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira sighed as she felt him thrusting into her, easing her open until he could easily slide within. Her entire body was awake and tingling at the sensation he was causing. Her nipples were erect and sensitive as he rubbed his chest against her, and she gasped at the way that it caused her to ache. That aching feeling again, as when his fingers were inside her.

She could barely think outside of the feelings he was causing; she barely heard when he said he planned to do this often. She hoped he did. She wanted him to do this often. Did she actually speak the words or just think them, she wondered as she moaned loudly as his mouth found her nipple. If he didn’t, she would find a way to make his want to do this again.

The fire in the room must be burning too hot because she could feel rivulets running over her body; they were both damp with moisture as he thrust faster into her. “Aravir, please, you mustn’t stop now.” Moira could feel his hard length deep inside her, stretching her, making her want to cling to him as he pulled away from her. “Please, don’t stop now.”

She would be angry with him tomorrow, she thought. They would continue their discussion then. This wasn't the time. She didn't care about anything thing at the moment except how he was making her feel.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Stop, she thought he would stop. There was nothing on this Earth that would make him stop what he was doing right at this moment. He could die happy right now and his body would still continue on until she experienced the ultimate pleasure.

He nibbled her nipple, biting it lightly and attacked the other one as well as he grabbed her ass cheeks and tilted her hips up towards him so he could thrust deeper inside of her. He reached new depths and began to fuck her harder as he began to drive her towards her orgasm.

He felt himself getting close himself, the feeling of her tight confines and the eagerness of her movements against him driving him towards the brink, but he would hold off until she experienced her first one. He was determined.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Her hands went from gripping the robe beneath her to clasping his head in her hands as her head lifted from the bed to watch him at her breast. “Aravir….Aravir…” she said in a low voice, almost moaning his name….”please….” Nothing she said made any sense, how could it? She was completely caught up in the pleasure he was bringing to her.

Her fingers were gripping his head, almost tugging at his hair as she mumbled his name coming close to the edge. Her body moved as if of it’s own accord, her hips lifting and meeting his at each thrust. Moira’s head fell back to the bed, her eyes closing and her chest rising and falling.

Her need was becoming too intense and her legs tightened around him. Suddenly, she couldn’t stop or control anything (as if she could at all before) and her orgasm took over. She felt how its waves rose and crashed as she cried out his name in one long, loud moan. “Aravir….”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

He felt her approaching orgasm and pushed up harder inside her driving her onwards while at the same time driving himself closer and closer to his own explosion.

The sound of his name coming from her lips in the throes of her passion made him redouble his efforts and then suddenly she cried it out in one long moan and twitched underneath him, her body convulsing and her pussy contracting around his invading member.

It was too much for him and he thrust harder and faster moaning out her name. "Oh Moira, sweet Moira...Yessss." he plunged as deep as he could into her and let loose inside her, firing blast after blast of his semen into her.

Finally he stopped and he rolled onto his side cuddling her too him as he stayed inside of her. He wanted to be there forever if he could,but for now he settled for having her in his arms. Their sweaty bodies clung to each other but he did not care. She was now his. His wife and no one could take her away. He didn't care about anything else but that. As of right now he was totally happy.