Guardians of the North

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir felt her orgasm and as her sex clenched and spasmed around him he thrust into her several more times before unloading powerfully deep inside of her. The need he had felt for her all day was released in wave after wave of hot cream before he stopped and half collapsed on her back, kissing the back of her neck before he pulled her half upright and making sure her clothes were out of the way, pulling out of her.

It released a stream of their juices onto the ground and he grabbed a cloth from his pocket and wiped her clean gently before pulling up her pants and doing the same to himself. He left her to do the last little bit herself while he tucked himself away and did his trousers up then looked at her and kissed her passionately.

"Now I might be able to talk to you my love without the fear of my horse gelding me as we ride. I apologize for the swiftness of our lovemaking and promise that tonight I will make it up to you. I have several things I wish to teach you, but first will be your sword lesson. However first we must get to our destination."

Standing up he reached down and helped her to stand then walking over to their horses he helped her to mount. Mounting up himself they rejoined the rest of the column and waited another few minutes for the supply train to appear. When it did most of the men began to mount up without being told, but still the orders were shouted and then they set off again.

Aravir turned to Moira and smiled. "I am afraid we will not be stopping until we reach our destination and will take our lunch on horseback. I hope that is acceptable?"

 

[barefootgirl69]

She was still trying to get her breathing under control as they both fixed their clothing. It didn’t help that he spoke to teaching her things tonight, something other than sword play. She brushed the back of her skirt to make sure no dirt was clinging to it, then gathered the skirt and followed him back to their mounts. Once she was seated, she could tell that her drawers were damp. It would be a reminder throughout the rest of their journey today of their tryst behind the brush.

“That is more than acceptable, Aravir. I’ve come prepared for this, because of the lateness of our departure.” She settled the satchel around her shoulders again, so that it hung on her back. “When you are of a mind, simply let me know, and I will find something that the cook has fixed for us.”

The sun was bright at this time of day, but the trees offered shade and kept Moira from being overly heated. It wasn’t very long ago that she had come this way , albeit in the opposite direction. It wasn’t quite as slow as this journey would be, simply because they didn’t have an army with them. This time, she would be returning with a husband, an army, and hopefully a victory.

Moira spent the afternoon chatting with Aravir about the countryside that they were in, and about what her kingdom looked like. She didn’t realize how much she missed and longed for her home, and she wondered if Aravir felt the same way about his home, or if he was used to being gone. Would he want to live there? What would happen to them once his brother became king? Would her father be angry that she had married? Would they find themselves without a place to call their own?

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir enjoyed the ride beside moira. They chatted about pleasant things like how her kingdom differed from his. The different customs they had and how the climates although similar had subtle changes about them. He noted things down in his brain, especially about what sort of terrain he would encounter in what part of the kingdom and what sort of weather he could expect there in the coming months.

They ate a pleasant lunch in the saddle, sharing it with Sir Niall who he invited to ride beside them as they ate so he could pick the mans brain of knowledge as well. From them both he realized the seasons came a little earlier than he was used to so he would have to adjust his plans accordingly, but they were still accomplish able.

He hoped to have all the lowland raiders defeated before the winter set in and they were forced to retreat to the castle. Of course he also had plans for the winter but less said on that matter the better. For now he tried to keep everything lighthearted.

As they talked he felt her wistfulness for her home and he was glad he was leading her back to it. Hopefully once he had rid it of raiders and he had helped put her secure her position as Heir to the throne, they could settle down somewhere quiet until she had to take the mantle of Queen. He wouldn't mind a few quiet years with his wife to raise a family and maybe practice a whole lot before they actually started.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Speaking of Valgaard and listening to the men talk made the afternoon pass quickly. The cook had ensured that there were plenty of things in the satchel to eat, and she handed things out to the men as they spoke. It never occurred to her that Aravir was gathering information and using it to formulate his plans, she thought it was simply a conversation that would help him to see Valgaard through the eyes that she saw it with, and that he might learn to love it as much as she did, too.

Sir Niall, on the other hand, was well aware of what the prince was doing, and it caused him to admire him all the more to be able to gather information while seemingly having a simple courteous discussion. After all, it was good manners to speak of the things one loves about their own kingdom. But, Aravir never pursued one line of questioning overly much, and he was very skilled at what he was doing. Not that he didn’t genuinely care, for he did very much, he was just very good at doing both at the same time, while guarding his thoughts. Sir Niall was proud that he would be working with him.

Their journey continued throughout the afternoon and Moira was beginning to wonder when they would be stopping for the night. She didn’t want to complain, but her bottom wasn’t used to riding so long. She was looking forward to sitting in a warm bath and soaking before bed tonight, and she hoped that it wouldn’t be too much of an imposition on anyone that she would do so!

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir began to look towards the horizon as the sun began to get lower. He was sure they were getting close to their destination and that they should be able to see the city any time now. Sure enough within the next few minutes the towers of the temples came into view then the tops of the council buildings. Within ten minutes they were riding among the outlying farms and plots of land of the citizenry who stopped what they were doing to watch the army trot by, and within the hour the army was through the gate and with practiced precision split off to their respective billets.

The city was not large enough to handle a force this big in one place, so squads were assigned to each barracks around the city, with the command squad going to the council building. As they pulled up the chancellor and his staff were on hand to great him and take their horses. Smiling Aravir greeted them and then introduced Sir Niall and Lady Moira. Of course the Chancellor had been at their wedding and had only just returned himself to get everything in readiness and he led them inside and showed them their rooms, putting Sir Niall in a room next to Aravir's and Moira's. A bath of hot water was already steaming before the fireplace and they were informed that dinner would be ready in about an hour.

Smiling Aravir dismissed the man and closed the door. Turning to Moira he gestured at the bath. "I think you will need that more than I will today. Not that I am implying you smell my dear," he smiled, "It is just that I remember my first long day in the saddle. I daresay you rear is screaming out at you and your back is doing the same. Let the hot water soothe you, and after our swordsmanship lesson tonight I will massage the pain away before our more pleasant lessons."

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira was relieved to see the city coming into their view. She could already feel the aching in her legs from riding without stopping, but she also knew that she had better get used to it quickly if they were ever going to get to Valgaard. This was not the time to be weak or to complain; she didn’t want to be the reason that they didn’t arrive in time to save the kingdom, and she didn’t want to hold back Aravir from doing his duties.

She was very glad, though, when Aravir helped her from her horse and they followed the Chancellor to their rooms. Walking tenderly, she entered the room and thought that she much be in heaven when she saw the bath of hot water. She had already given her cloak to the housekeeper to have the dust shook out, getting undressed quickly, she let her gown fall to the floor with her pants beside it.

“Aravir, I never thought I’d be so happy to see a hot bath! I don’t care if it makes my skin pink and tender and like a prune, I simply want to sit there and enjoy it!” She wished that she had pins for her hair so that it did not get wet, but that wasn’t going to stop her at the moment. Stepping into the hot water one foot at a time, she slowly sank down into it. The tub wasn’t large, but she was small enough that she didn’t need to bend her knees to her chest. Stretching out with her hair draped over the edge of the tub, she closed her eyes and let the heat soothe the ache from her body.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir groaned as soon as his wife's naked body was revealed to him and he watched fascinated until it sunk below the waters of the bath. He didn't know how long it usually took for a couple to become used to seeing each other naked so that desire did not flood through them every time they did, but he hoped it would not be soon. He enjoyed the feeling, he just needed to learn how to control it a bit better.

Gathering his thoughts he smiled down at his wife in the tub and then walked over o a small hand basin and jug. Pouring some water into the basin he took the cloth and wiped his face and neck clean of the grime of the road, before returning to her.

"Don't be in there too long my love," he told her bending down ad kissing the top of her head. "I have to go out for a few minutes and check on my men. I will have Sir Niall watch the door for anyone and make sure you are not disturbed. Hopefully by the looks of things you will not even notice that I am gone."

Chuckling he rose and walked to the door and with a last look left, strolling to Sir Niall's door who quickly nodded and took up position in front of their door while Aravir went to check on his Generals and what men he could.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira had closed her eyes the moment she had settled in, the warm water was relaxing her and it would be so easy to sleep. But, she knew Aravir was right, it would be right not to eat and offend her hosts, not to mention she still wanted her sword training this evening. Taking a rag that had been left beside the tub she began washing her arms and her breasts, moving down her body until she was finished with her legs. The she moved the rag up between her legs.

She couldn’t help thinking about why she was sticky there. It surprised her when Aravir had taken her behind the copse of trees and unlaced them both. It had surprised her even more to find that he was ready to take her so quickly and that they both had found release before anyone had decided to come looking for them. Blushing, she finished cleansing herself and stood from the tub, water running down her body. Grabbing a towel placed alongside the tub, she pulled it to her breasts and stepped out to dry herself.

This was not something she usually did alone. There was always someone about to chat with and help fetch a robe or something to wear, but she knew that if she were to ride with Aravir, she would have to leave some of these things aside and learn to take care of herself.
Her trunk was still in the supply wagon, so there was only two things left to do. She grabbed her pantalets and rinsed them clean in the water, wringing them out and setting them before the fire to dry so that they would be ready for her to wear on the morrow. Then, she dressed in the outfit she had worn. It wasn’t dirty or dusty because she had worn a cloak to protect her clothing.

Finger-combing her hair, she wondered how long it would be before Aravir returned, and if she should wait. Remembering that Sir Niall was waiting outside the door, she went to beckon him to enter and keep her company.

“Thank you for watching at the door.” She said as she closed it. “What do you think of the plan that has been put forth? I know that you are not a military planner, but you do know our lands and the outlying farms. Will the people be willing to stand behind Aravir when we arrive?”

His answer allayed her fears immensely. “He is one that is to be honored and esteemed, Princess. It will be you who will win them over to him, but it will be his own deeds that will keep the favor of the people. They will be happy to serve you both.”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir checked on his Lieutenants who were stationed with him and the men that formed his guard. They were all being treated well and he wandered down to the stables to check on the horses. he found the stable boys hard at work assisted by a few of his men. They had never had so many horses at once but were doing there best and doing it well. Aravir would make sure they received a generous tip for their services, they were certainly earning it.

He walked back to his room and not seeing Sir Niall outside the door he drew his sword and crept down the hall. Placing one hand on the handle he leaned in and placed his ear to the door and listened. Hearing his wife's voice he was about to break in when he heard the unmistakable voice of Sir Niall. Blowing out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding he sheathed his sword and walked in casually.

"Well Moira I see you have finished your bath. Perhaps we should eat then get to your lesson." He offered her his arm and then escorted her down to a secluded part of the main room.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira was very pleased to hear Sir Niall speak so openly of his admiration of her husband. It wouldn’t do to have them at odds over something. She trusted Sir Niall and, as much as she trusted her husband to succeed, it was reassuring to hear that someone else was of the same mind.

She was a little surprised when Aravir opened the door, but pleased nonetheless. They had not had anything substantial during the day, but just enough to keep aside the hunger. At the moment, hunger was again making itself known in her belly. Moira was only too happy to be escorted to the Great Hall and be seated at the high table. Sir Niall had followed and, once the prince was seated, to sat at Moira’s left hand.

As the servant brought a washing bowl, Moira looked around to see who else was seated with them at the high table. On Aravir’s right sat the commissioner, she recognized him from earlier in the day. There was no one else she recognized. Looking to her left, she saw that Lady Annis was seated beside Sir Niall, and she gave her a warm smile. She dearly loved her friend, and hoped that she had travelled well today.

Servants began setting platters of food on the table, first in front of her a Aravir, then the Commissioner and someone she assumed was his wife, another was placed in front of Sir Niall and Lady Annis. When all was ready, a short blessing of the food and the Prince was made and then Moira placed her napkin over her left arm and used her knife to spear a roasted carrot while Aravir placed meat cut from the joint onto her trencher. “Thank you” she whispered quietly and picked the carrot from her knife to eat.

Listening to the conversation between her husband and the commissioner, Moira had time to watch the lower tables and to cast side glances at Lady Annis, who was blushing at the attention she was receiving from the knight beside her. If all goes well, she thought, I will finish my lessons and be tucked in bed before I fall asleep.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

While Aravir wanted to talk to Moira he knew it was his duty to converse with his host. Of course the man was a complete bore and his wife, although charming to look at, had no mind of her own. She parroted whatever her husband said and looked at him with awe struck eyes.

Aravir spent the next ten minutes talking about the mans favorite topic, which just happened to be himself and how he seemed to excel in everything. He was quickly bored to tears and grew quickly tired of the mans obvious lies, but he could not very well insult the man. He was an old friend of his fathers and his brother had made fast friends with him as well. Aravir could see why. They were both men cut from the same cloth. Very big on talk, but very little on action.

Finally he was able to at least look at his own wife and he saw the exhaustion she was feeling written all over her face. At that moment he was tempted to use it as an excuse to leave the dinner, but it was almost over and they could retire without undue insult in just a little while. He smiled at her and went back to his dreary conversation.

Half an hour later he reached over and squeezed his wife's hand and rose up. Bowing to the Commissioner he bade him and his wife goodnight as they had to rise early to be on there way on the morrow. He urged all his men to stay if they wished but to be in bed within the next mark of the candle. Then he and Moira took their leave. As they made there way to their room he pulled her on a detour to the stables and smiled at her.

"That man is such a boar I thought he would sprout four little hooves and a big flat nose. Never have I heard such boasting before. I would have felt for his poor wife, but she is too stupid of mind to realize that what he says is not all true. Why if he were to say he could shit gold, I think she would follow him around with a bucket to put his nightsoil in," he chuckled.

They arrived at the end of the stables and Aravir reached in and removed a small pack he had placed in his warhorses stall. It contained a padded top and her blade. "Well then dearest. If you will put your sword on and the padded top, we can begin your first lesson...in swordsmanship of course," he grinned cheekily at her.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira was both laughing and blushing at Aravir’s apt description of the chancellor. She had only listened in on parts of the conversation but nothing intrigued her or caused her to want to participate. She had barely spoken at all and she hoped that she did not appear to be aloof, what if word of this got back to Aravir’s father and brother? What if they thought she was sullen and stubborn, not that it could hurt her reputation any more than the things that Aravir had said.

For an instant, anger flared inside her and she almost spoke angrily to him. But, only for an instant. She remembered his words, his reasons. More than that, she remembered his love making the night before. There was no way he could truly believe the things he had said and still love her in the marriage bed…not the way he did. Her body flushed as she thought of it, and she pushed away the thought that they would be sharing a bed tonight as well.

Watching as he removed the sword and the padded top, she almost refused to wear it. She closed her mouth tight to keep from telling him that she wouldn’t have any need to such a garment, that she would be just fine without – but, he was the teacher, and this was no time to rebel. She would learn quickly and soon be able to defend herself if there was ever a need.

“Was this your’s, Aravir?” she asked incredulously, reaching out to take it and putting it on over her gown. How many years had he taken to learn, who taught him, how old was he when he started? There were so many things she didn’t know about him. Adjusting the sword on her hip as he had shown her this morning, she looked up at him and grinned. “I am ready to be your student!”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir had seen the look of defiance and had almost grinned. it looked almost exactly like the one he had probably worn the day he had been told to don the jacket by his first swordmaster. Ah he had soon learned that he did need the thing as Moira would soon learn. In fact he had needed the thing for almost two years before he was confident enough to take the bloody thing off. However he did not have that sort of time with her, but he only had to teach her the basics and let her armor deal with the rest.

"Yes my dear, that was indeed mine, and shortly you will be glad you have it on. Now please draw your sword and we will begin."

For the next hour, he drilled her on the basics of sword play. First on the proper grip so she would not loose her sword when blades clashed together. Second he taught her how to thrust, then parry, then defend her midriff and legs. He explained she would be mounted most of the time and these were her vulnerable areas. He taught her to strike downwards and across, all the while he had not actually attacked her.

He could see her confidence growing then she started to get a little cocky, leaving herself open as she attacked him a grin on her face as he deflected her attacks easily and gave ground. Finally he had enough and attacked her back scoring hit after hit on her in a flurry of blows before he put her on her butt.

"Never get over confident in your abilities my dear, there is always someone better than you. Now do you see why you wear the top," he smiled. He had not hit her hard, just enough to make her feel the blows, but he hoped it was a lesson she would not forget.

"That is all for tonight. You did remarkably well. You have a natural talent for this. Give me a couple of years and I can turn you into a very good swordswoman. For now though I just hope to turn you into someone that can survive a few battles. However I believe you wanted to learn other things as well," he told her slyly. "Luckily for you I have had the forethought to order another bath to be poured. it should be waiting for us right now. Shall we go see if it is ready?"

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira sat glaring at him from the ground where she had fallen. He had the nerve to talk about other lessons in their chamber, after forcing her to the ground. She got up in a huff not bothering to wipe the dirt from her bottom, putting her hands on her hips she spoke in a low tone of voice so that others would not overhear.

“Does it make you feel like a mighty warrior to put a girl on the ground in sword play? Did it hurt your pride that I was doing so well against you? What if you had hurt me when I had fallen?” She had been learning quickly, she thought, and was doing quite well. It did not cross her mind at any point that Aravir was allowing her to become used to the weight of the sword and to learn the proper moves.

If I can learn this well the first night, but the end of the week I’ll be ready to fight anyone.

Before Aravir could say a word, she took off the padded garment and the sword from her hip and stormed over to the chest where he had removed them. Placing them inside, she turned and stalked past him not bothering to look him in the face.

I’ll show him! I’ll find my own way back to our room and when I get there, I’ll make sure he gets a lesson tonight that he never thought of!

She really had no clue what that would be, but it sounded good in her own mind.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir shook his head. Perhaps he had been too lenient on her. His own teacher had been strict on him, forever correcting every little mistake with a wrap on his knuckles with a slender bamboo cane. He had come home with cuts and bruises for the first six months before he had shown any improvement. It had been a year before he had come home every night with clean knuckles.

He had thought that by teaching Moira with encouragement he was doing better, but perhaps his teachers way had been better. Still she had learned an awful lot so maybe a combination of the two was in order.

Sighing he replaced his practice sword in the chest and then the chest in the stables. It would be loaded on the wagons tomorrow ready for their lessons tomorrow night. Then trudging wearily up the steps he walked to his room and opened the door. No matter what his wife thought he could really use a hot bath now to not only ease away his aches and pains, but also to cleanse himself. After a hard day and his session with her it was true to say he stunk.

He was glad to see the bath was ready and he began to take off his top as he looked for Moira. "Dearest are you here. Do you mind if I take the first bath. I am afraid I will smell up the room if I stay out any longer."

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira had been furious when she left him, striding across the courtyard and up to the room. By the time she had arrived back in the room, her anger had disappeared and she felt embarrassed at the way she had behaved. She understood that he had been giving her a chance to learn, and that she needed to be reminded that to be over confident could bring her downfall. She would have to be prepared for anything during a fight. Still, she was not going to apologize for her outburst, her pride simply wouldn’t allow it.

She decided to bathe quickly and get in the bed before he had returned, feigning sleep. They were traveling quickly and there was no time to carry her trunks up each evening. She had stepped behind the dressing screen and was removing her clothing, hanging it so that it wouldn’t be wrinkled in the morning, when she heard the door open and close. She was relieved when she heard Aravir speak – especially as she was standing there naked.

“I’m here behind the screen Aravir,” she spoke quietly. What was she going to do now? Her dressing gown was laying across the bed in preparation, and she still hadn’t washed yet. She wasn’t bold enough to simply walk out there naked, even though she had undressed before him earlier. This was different. Before she had been so happy to get off the horse and into a warm bath that she had turned her back, undressed and stepped into the tub. If she were to go out there now, she would have to walk across the room, with his eyes upon her. What if he didn’t find her becoming after all? What if he did?

Moira quickly said, “Yes, you should have a bath first. After all, I had one earlier before we went to supper.” Maybe if he was sitting in the tub, his eyes away from her, she could slip across the room and put the dressing gown on without his knowledge. She peeked around the screen to see where he was.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir was sorely tempted to go behind the screen himself, especially when he saw some of her clothing hanging on it, but decided it would not be the best thing to do smelling like he did. Still he had an idea, and if he knew his new wife it might be a good one.

He began to slip out of his clothes, placing them on the chair nearest him by the fireplace. "I want to apologize for the lesson Moira," he began hoping to draw her eyes to him, "I think I might have been teaching you wrong. You see my teacher was very strict and hit me for every little mistake. It might have made me the excellent swordsman I am today, but I always resented it. I thought I would try teaching you a different way but it seems I may have been wrong. You definitely pick things up very quickly and I am proud of that, but maybe because of that you think you are ready for things too quickly. You need to learn to walk before you can run," he chuckled as he stripped off the last of his clothes and stretched up high revealing his full front to her gaze if she was looking.

He then turned around and did the same with his rear and then gingerly climbed into the hot tub and sighed. "Ahh I needed this. Perhaps you could come and wash my back for me. I Always find that spot hard to reach and it always leaves me feeling dirty. I tell you what, you do mine and I will do yours."

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira was still peeking around the dressing screen waiting for an opportunity to slip out to get her dressing gown when he started to remove his clothing. His muscular chest was beautiful and she remembered sleeping against it the night before. She couldn’t peel her eyes away as he finished putting his clothes in the chair and stretched.

His magnificent body was tall and lean, years of physical training and battles had made his arms strong. This was the first time that she had looked on his nakedness since last night, for during their tryst in the wood earlier this afternoon, they had been clothed. Then, she flushed bright red as he turned around and she watched him climb into the tub. It took her a moment to realize that she had covered her mouth with her hand to keep him from hearing her gasp. He didn’t need to know that she was watching and that she had admired, even lusted for, him. What would he think of her? Anyway, it might make his head swell to know that she admired his body.

She didn’t hesitate. As he sank down into the water, Moira quickly moved toward the bed, and just as she pulled her dressing gown on, she heard him as her to wash his back. Just in time, she thought.

“Wash your back? I…I…I’ve never done that before.” She stood just off to his right, afraid to come further just in case there was not enough water for him to be covered by. Just the thought caused her pulse to race, but she was not going to be the kind of wife who lusted for her husband. That would be ridiculous!

“If you’re sure,” Moira replied, tentatively. Kneeling down behind him, she realized that washing his back was going to make her gown soaking wet. Her only other option was to remove it, which seemed an incredible waste of the time she had spent sneaking to the bed to get it to begin with. Silently, she pulled it off and set it aside. “Hand me the cloth, please.”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir smiled as he heard her voice behind him and he held the wash cloth and soap up to his shoulder so she could grab them then sat up in the water and leaned forward. He rolled his shoulders a little to unkink his muscles and then sighed.

"There is no need to be gentle my love. Scrub to your hearts content. In fact the harder the better, it will help knead out the muscles and relieve some of the pain."

He moaned as he felt her hands begin to touch him and wash the dirt away from his back. It felt wonderful to have her small hands glide along his back and his thoughts soon turned to other things. He found himself starting to grow hard under the water and he began to remember both his wedding night and what they had done during their midday break.

He leaned back and his back brushed her front and as he straightened again he realized she had been naked behind him. Of course. She would not want any of her clothes to get wet while washing him, so she must have disrobed to comply with his request. Of course this just caused his thoughts to turn more towards what he would like to do with her. His member responded by getting harder and started to show itself above the water.

He moved so it was once again hidden, but at the same time he had a wicked idea. "Moira, I need my side washed please, Just under my right arm. It has been bothering me all day and it would help me a lot if you could both wash and take a look at it for me."

He raised his arm and pointed to a spot that he knew would cause her to have to move around from behind him but still keep her modesty. Still that was part of the plan, he even looked away and stared at a point away from her so she would not think he was up to anything.

She started to wash him and he actually enjoyed her ministrations as he had been feeling a little sore there, then when he saw her at her most vulnerable he slowly snaked his hand down and then suddenly grabbed her and lifted her into the tub with him, laughing at the surprised look on her face. He placed her in his lap and kissed her soundly before cuddling her against him.

"Can you blame me for pulling you in with me my love. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, you are in my room naked and I am in love with you. I am sure you can probably feel just what else I want to do with you, but that is a husbands privileged as well," he chuckled as he kissed her again this time allowing his tongue to sneak into her mouth.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira took the cloth and soap and started to wash his back as he had asked, first in strokes from one shoulder to the next and then down to his waist. She washed where he pointed, and made sure that she scrubbed hard to help get the kinks out. All this she did without thinking – well, thinking about what she was doing, anyway. Her mind was filled with the image of his muscular back and how they moved when he moved his arms, and how strong they felt beneath the cloth. Even when he inadvertently brush against her breasts when he leaned back, all she could think of was how his body felt against hers for those few seconds before he moved away.

Not saying a word while she washed his body, she moved to the spot under his arm that he pointed to. She didn’t fear that he would see her without clothing, because he was looking away. Acting the part of a gentleman for once, she thought. It took her completely by surprise when he reached around and pulled her into the tub and onto his lap, and she squealed as her bottom landed in his lap with warm water surrounding the both.

It only took a moment to register exactly what Aravir had said about “feeling something else”! Of course, she hadn’t realized it was poking her backside and she struggled to get up from his lap. “Aravir! What are you thinking? This tub is not big enough for two, and I said I would wait.” Even as she struggled, she realized that she was only making things worse, for him and for herself, because now her body was telling her to stop moving against him and move with him and….

What am I thinking? Why does my body seem to have a mind of its own and yearn for his attentions?

Moira quit struggling and leaned back into Aravir arms as they wrapped around her, placing her head against his chest, her body relaxing into his. “I don’t suppose you’d wash my back now, would you?”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir searched in the water for the cloth, tickling her thighs and stroking her legs a few times before he finally found it, and the soap. He applied the soap gently to her back then began to wash her, gently kneading out the same muscles he had pointed out to her. When he felt her start to relax a little he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up and positioned himself at her entrance.

Slowly he eased himself into her. Not an easy task in the water, but taking it very slowly she was once again soon sitting in his lap. The difference now being they were joined. Smiling he went back to washing her, and after making sure her neck was clean he began to nibble on it as his hands continued their ministrations on her lower back.

"My dear Moira, I have a feeling that you are holding yourself back from me. I have told you that I will be the type of husband that both wants you for your body, because of it's beauty, but also wants you for your mind because it is quick and full of knowledge. I however get the feeling that you see this marriage as something a little different."

He soaped up his hands and moved them around her body to begin 'cleaning' her breasts. He rubbed them all over with his large hands, massaging in the soap before his fingers found her now erect nipples and began to twirl them around.

"Have I read the situation wrong my dear," he asked her as he began to rock his hips very gently,"Or is there something you wish to tell me."

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira closed her eyes as she sank down on his shaft. There was no way she could continue fighting the passion she was feeling, but….but…she had no idea. She couldn’t think straight when he was around, let alone when they were united this way. His hands massaging the soap into her breasts were no help, either. It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and determined to get the reaction he wanted from her; and, of course, her fickle body gave in each time.

She opened her mouth to say something that might appease his questions, but all that came out was a low moan, surprising even herself. Moira felt her face flush, knowing that he heard her, as well. She could feel his mouth next to her ear as he spoke to her, his warm breath flowing over her skin would have given her goose-bumps if not for the warm water they were in.

As his hips continued their gentle rocking, Moira whispered a part truth to him. “I only expected us to have a marriage that was convenient to each of us, Aravir. I did not expect to have relations every night or whenever the need came upon us.” This time, she blushed furiously remembering the afternoon in the woods. She had wanted him as much as he had wanted her, and that was something she had not prepared herself for.

She never thought that she would want him this way, or ache for him so much that she would be willing to raise her skirt and drop her pants in the middle of the woods, practically in front of the entire Army. Then, she giggled. The thought of someone coming upon them and being discovered struck her as funny at the moment, but she soon settled down.

The soft rhythm of his hips as well as his fingers stroking her breasts were both relaxing and setting her body on edge. She gave in to the feelings that he was eliciting from her and reached down into the water to stroke his outer thighs.

“I didn’t expect to feel lo… a…affection for you” she had caught herself just in time. She had almost said that she loved him. No, it wouldn’t do to make such a declaration. Then, it struck her, she loved him. She had fallen in love with him.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir smiled. He had caught her slip of the tongue and was happy. No happy was not the word, he was overjoyed. He had known right from the start that he had been tricking her into marriage and that he could only hope that she would grow to love him, but he had never expected it to be this early.

He increased his pace a little, the water threatening to splash out of the tub but never doing so as he thrust a little harder into her. His hands continued to caress and stroke her nipples, teasing them with his fingertips before attacking them with his fingers and pinching them and rolling them between them.

He kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders, leaving tiny little bite marks behind as he moved from her outer shoulder to her ear.

"I however my love see this marriage as so much more and the truth is you are so beautiful that if it was not for the need of your people, or actually our people," he smiled, "I would be spending the next several days with you in bed exploring every inch of you and finding out exactly just what gives you the most pleasure." He nibbled on her ear and allowed his hands to move up and down her sides before returning to her breasts.

"I hope not a single day goes by that I do not get to partake in relations with you Moira."

 

[barefootgirl69]

Moira’s eye popped open wide and her heart beat quickly at his words. As much as she was enjoying his fingers caressing her and his manhood buried deep inside her, she couldn’t help but wonder if he would feel the same towards her when he found that she would not inherit the kingdom because she had chosen to marry him without her father’s blessing.

The decree was established long ago that, unless a princess married with the blessing, she would forfeit any claim to the throne. Still, she would forfeit it a thousand times to save the kingdom, and she would tell her father so. But, would Aravir understand? Did he only want to stand beside her in order to rule? He would be in for a rude awakening, and she should have told him so from the start instead of fearing that he would not be of a mind to help. Now, not only were they a few days from battle, but she had fallen in love with the Warrior Prince.

Aravir thrust into her and she forgot her thoughts. Her body was responding to the way his fingers were massaging her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples causing her to moan in pleasure. Now, instead of his simply thrusting into her, she was moving on him. Her back arching in order to push herself against him.

Without realizing that Moira spoke her thoughts aloud, she said, “There are times, Aravir, when we must take care of our needs first.”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Aravir's smile widened at her words and he thrust harder into her, water spilling over the sides of the tub as he did so. "Oh and this is definitely one of those times." He levered his hips slightly out of the water so he could thrust even deeper into her, and allow her to impale herself harder onto him.

It also gave him access to her slit and he used it. while one hand continued to roam between both her breasts, his other moved down her stomach, teasingly with just his fingertips, until it ran up and down her slit where they were joined.

he quickly found her clit and rubbed it lightly and slowly at first before applying more pressure but still keeping his ministrations slow as he pounded into her. "I hope your needs are being met my love," he whispered in her ear.