Her Royal Highness and Warrior (PM if interested)

[marauder13]

Morgosis leaned forward and placed a tender, gentle kiss on his lips. When she stood back, her cheeks were trying to turn the same shade as her hair. He was reminded just how young this woman was. Her confidence extended to men in battle, in politics, but not to men in bed.

Before he could offer to unveil his wife's body, she had already commenced undoing her dress. Soon, with a rustle of fabric, she stood before him with nothing to obscure the vision of her body. She was marvelously proportioned. Her curves were gentle, her body was firm. Already, her body was reacting to the thoughts of their sharing each other's bodies that night. What did surprise him a little was that she had shaved her mound.

"You are a beautiful sight for any man, Morgosis, but a joyous one as well for your husband."

Tarlon approached and kissed her. His kiss was more passionate than Morgosis' kiss. He brushed his lips across hers, tasting her properly this time. He then opened his lips enough for his tongue to trace the line where her lips met.

He then took a step back, and similarly removed his clothes in front of his wife. Unlike her show of health and fitness, Tarlon's body was a ravaged with scars, and signs of lost muscle and condition. His biceps had flaps of skin that wobbled when they moved, his forearms and hands were thin. His torso looked as though it held almost twice the amount of flesh on it prior to the pox blighting his body. His legs were not as bad from muscle loss, but they were like the rest of him, a collection of red splotches and lines that covered him.

Like his wife, he was slightly prepared for the other activities of the night. His shaft was partially erect, and was fortunately free of scarring. He was aware from discussions with his late brother that his manhood was larger than most men's. His pubic hair was like the rest of his hair, almost pure white in colour.

He watched as Morgosis' eyes traced his body, waiting to see whether her words concerning his appearance would hold under the truth that was his exposed body.

 

[Blaanid]

She stepped closer to him, she kissing him right back and feeling his nakedness near to hers, she seeing him with her heart and not finding his unattractiveness a deterrent in anyway. She watched with amazement at the size of his manhood, she feeling the thick head of his cock already pressing against her body and felt her own cunt moisten at the very thought of what he would be doing with it on the very bed that they were so near to.

She ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed, her body reacting to his closeness making her whimper with excitement, her own arousal making her moan seductively for the first time in her life and soon she found herself begging him to take her to bed, wanting so badly to feel his body on hers, wanting and needing him to bind them both together, “Tarlon, please take away my virginity, show me the mysteries of a lover’s bed!”

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon took his wife by the hand, and led her to their bed. The covers had been turned down by the servants when they prepared the room. He helped her lay down near the centre of the bed. He climbed in and lay down beside her. His hand gently combing through her hair. Touching her forehead. Running his fingers down the side of her smooth cheeks and along her jaw to her chin.

He kissed her again, opening her mouth with his tongue, gently running it along her teeth, lips, and touching the tip of her tongue. His hand continued to caress her face, the delicate fingers tracing lines and edges of her features. He was delighted in the mix of soft and hard within her.

"There is much to learn, my dear, for both of us. You are far different from my first wife, and what she liked will be different to what you will like. You have yet to learn what I like, as will I as my body is now different to what it once was. There will be things that we can do for each other that we won't know until we try. All of this discovering could take the rest of our lives."

He kissed her jaw line from her chin to just short of her ear. He gently took her earlobe in his teeth, applying enough pressure to send pleasure waves through her. He then took his kisses down her neck. He would take small nips that left no lasting mark, but sent more sensations through his virgin wife.

Once he reached her shoulder, he returned his mouth to hers, kissing her with the full passion he was feeling for her. He looked into her blue eyes, the colour deepening with the rush of blood her excitement has caused.

"My dear, how was that? Did you enjoy that little piece of the mystery you seek to reveal?"

 

[Blaanid]

She nodded to him, for the first time ever she was speechless, what he was doing to her body made her feel so good, made her feel things that she never thought possible! She reached out to him and let her fingers explore his chest, she feeling the flesh of a man that she hoped would one day love her like she needed to be loved. She knew that her father was ailing, and she wanted so badly for someone to be left in the world that would care about her like her father did, someone though this time would show her a new kind of a love, a love that would sing to her heart!

She reached down further and felt with her right hand his manhood, a large hard mass that she gripped and began to let her fingers massage as he continued his kisses. She knew that his people only recognized male rulers, and the same was with hers and so she whispered to him saying, “I pray that I give you a male heir Tarlon, for that would be the gift that only a loving wife would be able to give her husband!”

 

[marauder13]

"Do not concern yourself with heirs this night, my dear. There will be plenty of time for us to think about that. Tonight is about revealing a little of the mystery you seek to solve."

He felt her hand continue to massage his shaft, making it harder as well as bringing him feelings he had not had since the death of his first wife. The brief flash of sadness at the thought of her was overwhelmed by what he was feeling for his wife now.

He kissed her again, tenderly. He started to explore her body further with his hand. He let his fingers run across her shoulder, running down her arm. Her soft skin that covered firm muscle toned from constant training. His hand retraced the route to her shoulder, and continued with her chest. His hand slowly drifted to her firm mounds of flesh that were her breasts. He could feel the heat of them as his fingers slowly wound around them until he reached the hardened peaks.

His fingers went across her areola, feeling the puckered up skin. Then he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly rolling it firmly and gently.

 

[Blaanid]

She drank in his scent, happy that he seemed not interested at all in rushing her into anything, just letting her take in what it meant to be with her husband. She let out a small coo sound as she felt his hand explore her breast and then roll her aroused nipple between his fingers.

Morgosis was so wet between her legs that it felt as though she had an accident, but the rush of pleasure that Tarlon exposed her too made her not even worry about what was going on down below. She not even noticing that her legs were well spread in welcoming to him and her own vaginal lips were swelling with arousal and making her more than ready for him to become one with her, to slide himself deep within her so that he may finally consummate his marriage with his new wife!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon could see the effects he was having on his young bride. Her skin was flush with blood, her could smell her arousal so heavily he thought that she may have already climaxed. He gazed the length of her body. Her legs were parted in readiness and her mound was already a bright red and swollen nicely.

Tarlon continued to roll the nipple between his fingers while he kissed his way down her body to the other breast. His lips and tongue caressed her sweat socked skin, loving the taste of her combined perfume and sweat. His lips reached her nipple, where he initially just kissed it. He then licked the nipple and surrounding flesh tenderly, finally biting it with the same pressure his fingers used on the other nipple.

Tarlon was starting to feel that there may be a real attraction for this young woman, an attraction buried deep within him. She had not been taken aback by his looks, and that made him feel more for her than he had expected. That someone this young, this beautiful, this vibrant and alive saw him as someone she could love dropped a spark of warmth in his heart that slowly started to grow.

 

[Blaanid]

There was no doubt in Morgosis’ mind, she wanted him more than anything now, her body was screaming for him to take her and finally her mind did catch up with her body and she howled for him. She felt a wave of pleasure rush through her that could only be described as her first orgasm and she whimpered for him, begging him as she finally began to come down from her pleasurable high saying, “Take me Tarlon, I want to feel you inside of me!”

Her own ladies in waiting had told her what it was like to be with a man, but what they had described was nowhere near close to what it felt like, it felt like magic was all around her, the pleasure that she felt from him kissing and sucking on her nipple could be felt all the way down to her toes. And when she felt his hands explore her flesh she felt the need to get closer to him, to feel his naked warmth closer to her and finally as if she couldn’t handle it anymore, she moaned again for him, “Oh gods Tarlon, put out the fire that I feel burning me alive from the inside out, I can’t seem to get close enough to you, I want you!”

 

[marauder13]

He was not too surprised that her first climax arrived so soon. She was a passionate woman, that he saw from his interactions with her. That, and she clearly felt strongly about him. There was much more he wanted to share with her on her first time, but he also understood that her body's needs can override his desires.

He carefully laid himself on top of her, savouring her warmth beneath him. He looked into her deep blue eyes, smiling to his wife. He looked into her eyes as he slowly entered her. Her body responded to the invasion by tightening. Her muscles, well toned from training with the soldiers, made his initial progress slower for fear of hurting her. But soon, she relaxed enough to allow his further passage until he reached her maidenhead. There he paused.

"Now, my wife, there will be some pain, but it will pass quickly, or so I am told. I shall try and make it pass as quickly as possible. Are you ready, my love?"

 

[Blaanid]

She nodded to him nervously, already he felt so big inside of her, and she just couldn’t understand how he would be able to still go further and deeper. But then she heard him call her his love and that made any discomfort that she felt seem to just wash away and calm her down completely. And so Morgosis spread her legs a little more for him and relaxed her hips, showing her new husband that she was indeed ready do become fully his wife in name and in the bed chamber!

Her own hips began to jerk as if her body was demanding that he go further into her, that he slide his thickness deeper and deeper into her, that he take away that which still made her a virgin and kept her from truly being a woman. But this time she was the one to kiss him, and instead of her kissing his mouth, she lifted her head just enough to kiss his chest, her lips feeling his skin, tasting his flesh and she breathing in his musk as if to prepare herself to being run through by his Kingly cock!

 

[marauder13]

The delicate kiss that Morgosis placed on his chest warmed his skin, and it spread through him like the spring thaw. He never thought of himself as being cold, and shut off, but her kiss seemed to show differently.

He brought his thoughts back to that he needed to do next. His shaft rested against her Maidenhead. He tensed himself, and then with one short, sharp movement, he pushed past it. With the flash of pain, the flesh surrounding him locked down tightly. He kept his place for a few seconds before he slowly started moving forward and back to remind her body of what was happening. Soon her muscles relaxed enough for him to move deeper into her. He finally stopped when he was fully encased within her warm, wet pussy.

Morgosis had been a girl before coming to his bed, even though she looked like a woman. Now, she was no longer that girl, but a woman on her path to learning more of what it was like to be a woman. A path that she still had far to travel along. A path he was more than happy to help her travel.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis wrapped her legs around him, she suddenly feeling the true pleasure of being a real woman, it really feeling like he was all through her body now, that he was completely under her skin and surrounding her at the same time. That it was clear now that Morgosis was Tarlon’s woman now, and soon to be his Queen. That he was showing her the ways that man showed great affection to his wife and was now teaching her how her nights would be filled with passion and pleasure!

She found herself moaning his name over and over again, that her cries of lust and pleasure were filling the room as he took her again and again. She hearing now the wet squishy sounds of their flesh coming together time and time again as his great Kingly cock besieged her cunt over and over again!

Morgosis howled at the top of her lungs when she felt that explosion of pleasure rip through her body, but this time it was far more intense and to her surprise she felt it come over and over again until it seemed like her body just couldn’t handle any more of it, as though the act of sex itself was the most enduring battle itself on the body, they both covered in each other’s sweet sweat as the night went on!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon set a slow rhythm that used his entire length. Morgosis was tightly wrapped around him, and was bringing him close to a climax that he had not experienced in years. The knowledge that his wife beneath him was enjoying their first coupling made him close on that climax faster.

With a cry that must have been heard through the entire castle, Morgosis climaxed again, though this was a more intense experience for her than the first. Her entire body shuddered from the effects. Once more, her well toned muscles increased their grip on Tarlon's shaft, but this time, the effect was enough to tip him over the edge. With more subdued noises, he erupted deep with Morgosis. His body shuddered in time with each expulsion of his seed within her.

He thought that such an act would leave him exhausted, but he felt invigorated, alive and full of energy. A smile beamed from his sweat lined face as he looked down at the woman who he now knew was going to make a substantial change in him for the better.

"So, Morgosis, that was just a small sample of the joys we will share together in the future. And as we get to know each other better, the joys our bodies will become greater too."

He leaned down to lay a kiss on the lips of his wife.

 

[Blaanid]

She drank in his kiss as though he was the fountain of life, as though his being was the extact cuase of her happiness. And she knew that there was very much truth in that! As he rolled off of her, she cuddled beside him, her head laying on his chest and shoulder and quickly fell to the best restful sleep that she had ever had.

But when they woke the next morning, they were greeting with a page from King Morgan himself advising them both that it might not be a bad idea if they stay for a while at the castle, for a great snow storm was brewing to the east and it was already blanketing the roads and fields with heavy snow and ice, making it very dangerous for anyone to travel at all.

Even Morgosis herself dressed and made her way out into the courtyard to see the early snow and frowned knowing that it could very well be months before she and Tarlon would be able to travel to his Kingdom.

And indeed it took a good three months before it was safe enough for the newlywed couple to travel to Tarlon’s home land!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon watch his wife fall asleep, partially draped over him. While he waited for his own body to wind down enough to sleep, he simply looked at her, and gently stroked her hair. Finally sleep claimed him, and he slept well, waking the next morning refreshed.

When he was informed that snows had fallen early and heavily, he agreed with Morgan's advise to stay rather than risk travel in such bad weather. The chambers that served for their wedding night became theirs while they stayed in the castle.

In that time, that took full advantage of the time to get to know each other better as people. He was increasingly taken by her sharp intelligence, and subtle wit. He learned more of her passion, and how she focused it.

In turn, she learned of how his social skills were his greatest strength, that he could talk to a person of any rank, and make them feel comfortable enough to continue the conversation. She also learned to read him, knowing when he could no longer be moved when he made up his mind.

They learned how to enjoy each other's company outside the bed chamber, as well as within. Tarlon continued slowly educating his wife on the 'Mysteries of the Lover's Bed', though she seemed more than happy to continue using what she had already learned. Still, for all her confidence in other areas, she was still lacking some confidence on the matters of sex. But that she enjoyed and was willing to make sure that he enjoyed too, made it all worth while.

Finally the day arrived when it was decided that the roads were clear enough for them to travel. Tarlon agreed that it would be a good time to return to his Kingdom. Three months was too long to be drawn away from court.

 

[Blaanid]

For the first time Morgosis was happy to finally be able to see another land, excited about experiencing her husband’s court and looked forward to taking her place beside him as his Queen. Her tutors had trained her well in the matters of how to handle state and politics, she had a great mind for understanding how to rule fairly, after all her own father was also a great teacher in that aspect.

And she woke that morning to find that all of her things were ready and packed by her personal maids that would be coming along with them, she was helped into her gowns and outer traveling cloths that were meant to keep her warm through the three day trip that would be taking to her new home. But Morgosis also felt strange, she felt more tired than she was used to, but decided that it was due to not being able to train with the men that morning.

They both got into the carriage and sat close together with plenty of wool blankets to cover each other with so they both stayed warm and comfortable for the entire journey and off they went down the well cleared road to the west! Morgosis was glad that Tarlon was there right beside her the entire way, he was great to talk to and cuddle up against, yet she found that the further they went, the more ill she felt. But by the time late afternoon rolled around she was feeling alright again. Yet when the next morning came along, after they had camped that entire night out off the road, she was feeling the same way again, weak and ill to the point this time that they had to stop several times along the way so that she didn’t get sick inside of the carriage. It becoming perfectly clear to the guards what was going on with their princess and soon to be Queen!

 

[marauder13]

By the second day of travel, Tarlon had confirmed that his wife was with child. When camp was made that night, and they lay down beside each other, Tarlon turned to face his wife, gently kissing her. He laid a hand on her abdomen, and smiled.

"Morgosis, my dear, you are with child." He had been through it 5 times with his first wife, and he knew all the signs.

 

[Blaanid]

She giggled saying, “I guess I shall not be getting to know your army well at all now, now that I will be in charge of bringing up our first child.” Though she hoped that it would have been a little later, at least a year into their marriage, she had hoped that she would at least be able to give his people at least some idea of what kind of woman she was, that she liked to be hands on with the work and planning of any military exersizes.

She did her best to sleep that night, but her mind kept wondering, wondering what her life would be like now that she had become a married woman, and that now she would be going through the entire process of motherhood so soon.

She kissed Tarlon and cuddled closer to him in the woolen blankets, the hard ground beneath them, the only comfort that she had was Tarlon’s warm embrace. She knew that he did not love her yet, but there was a comfort that that he respected her greatly and without a doubt she knew that respect always turned into some kind of love.

 

[marauder13]

He sensed in her some worry or concern in her. She was young, and going to be a mother soon. He felt her close on him to keep warm. He delighted in the feel of her, and her smell.

"My first wife and I were married for political reasons, and we knew that we had to produce heirs, for my brother and his wife were not being blessed as quickly as all hoped. Between us was a respect and understanding. But by the time she died, there was a love for each other. But how we felt was colder and more distant than how we feel about each other.

"Each day I feel the strength of the flame you ignited in my heart on our wedding night grow stronger. I know how you feel about me, and I am not far from feeling the same. Sleep well, my love, for soon you shall see your new home for the first time."

 

[Blaanid]

His words were the comfort that she needed to hear, that she needed to finally relax enough to get the rest that she needed so that the rest of the trip would not be so draining on her. And even though she was still feeling horrible by the time they started moving again, Morgosis knew that there was a great future for her ahead and began to look forward to things to come.

They finally made it to the entrance to Tarlon’s great estate by mid afternoon and Morgosis had never been so relieved to see the great castle that would be her home, a castle keep that must have been at least ten times the size of her father’s! She could hear the all familiar sound of men drilling nearby, their swords clashing and the sound of armor being bashed over and over again. She thirsted to join them, but reminded herself that she was in no condition now to drill, but deep down hoped that Tarlon would let her join them after their first child was old enough to be weaned.

She held her husband’s hand as she was helped out of the carriage, her skin was a little more pale than was normal, but that was more than likely due to how she was feeling and from such a stressful trip for a new bride to travel.

 

[marauder13]

The carriage finally rolled to a stop outside the castle, where he was greeted by the Marshal and 10 of the Marshal's personal command. He knew most of the men that the Marshal had as his personal command, but none of the faces were familiar. It was entirely possible that the Marshal had rotate some soldiers into his command, but ten men?

Tarlon stepped out of the carriage, and raised his hand to assist his wife out. All the soldiers and the Marshal snapped to attention. Around them, activity slowly ground to a halt as the people gazed upon the woman who would soon be their Queen.

Before a word could be spoken, a young soldier in the livery of a recruit ran through the crowd and skidded to a halt in front of the King. The Marshal immediately moved to intercept the lad, but before his hands reached the lad, the youngester yelled at the top of his lungs - "Treachery! They've murdered Marshal Arawn!"

The Marshal ran his sword through the young man, as his personal command fanned out to attack the King and his wife.

Tarlon spoke loudly enough to only be heard by those nearest to him. "Stand down at once." His voice was iron, and carried such authority that 6 of the soldiers advancing on them attempted to follow his command.

 

[Blaanid]

MOrgosis watched in horror was the young soldier had been killed right before her, his blood splattering all over the front of her and then recognized the formation of the Marshal’s other men all too well when they fanned out. It perfectly clear to Morgosis that the Marshal had no intention to keep Tarlon and his new wife alive at all, that indeed there was treachery all through the group of men standing all around them.

Morgosis moved quickly and fluidly, her instincts to stay alive ringing true as she quickly picked up the sword of the young man who laid dead at her feet and lopped off the heads of all ten guards and then pressed the Marshal himself right into the wall of the Castle keep. She knowing full well just how valuable he would be alive, she knowing that they would need to know who else was behind this attempt on her and her husband’s life, she not even paying much attention at all to the gasps and shock from all who were around her. Nobles and commoners alike watched in shock as the very young woman who would soon be their Queen took out the most elite guard that the King had and now had the Marshal himself completely disabled so that her own personal guard could take him where he could be held and interrogated.

She then turned around to her husband and politely asked as though nothing at all had happened, “I would really like to go to bed my love, this has been a rough day.”

 

[marauder13]

Soldiers of Tarlon came running at the sounds of combat, shocked at the level of carnage that surrounded the King. He sent one of the men into the main part of the keep to fetch the First Maid to help Morgosis and her companions to her new chambers.

Aristarkus, Tarlon's seneschel arrived to greet his king. The old man was sporting many bruises, as well as one noticeable wound to his arm. "Your Majesty, I am so glad to see your soldiers have saved your life from these assassins. Marshal Awarn is gravely wounded, and may not see through the night."

"Aristarkus, old friend, first tend to your own wounds. We will speak on what happened shortly. My soldiers barely had time to see the last assassin captured, let alone partake in the fighting. All of this was done by Morgosis. You know me well enough that I would not lie or exaggerate such a tale."

The two men started walking into the keep as if it was just another day.

"Anyway, we have a coronation to ready, as my wife should have been crowned months ago. Tell Arnan that he has a special guest awaiting him. And, dear friend, once more the royal nursery will be in use."

He ignored all other business as he went to join his wife in their chambers. He wondered how she fared having actually taken lives. He was not sure how experienced his young wife was in that area, but he would give her comfort either way. Experienced or not. She had just saved his life, andshe deserved some form of reward.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis had to put out of her mind what she had done, otherwise she knew that she would just lose her mind over it. Once Morgosis and her ladies were finally in her chambers, the servants got her out of her cloths, she standing stark naked in her rooms as the woman began to look over her body to be sure that there was no injury, and then helped her over to the warm bath that was already waiting for her.

They assisted her exhausted form into the tub and she laid back letting the warm waters wrap around her, reminding her very much how Tarlon’s body wrapped around her when they made love. She could almost close her eyes and smell him, feel him and taste him as if he was really there.

And as soon as any sign of the carnage that was on her washed off, the woman helped her out of the tub, dried her off and helped her into bed. A bed that made her want to just stay in for the rest of her life, her entire body so sore and worn out that she just wanted to curl up in the blankets and forget about the world for a time and rest!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon walked over to the prone form of his wife on the bed. He gently reached out, laying a hand on her shoulder. Not applying any pressure at all, he rubbed the length of her arm that he could reach, returning to her shoulder again.

"My love, it is normally the husband that protects the wife from danger, but I am not one to stick too closely to tradition. But there is one thing I must do, as a King to one of his loyal subjects. I must reward you, Morgosis.

"But since you are my wife, I shall grant you the honour of deciding how I shall reward you."

He knew that it was the first time she had tested her skills in real battle, and she prevailed better than most in their first battle. But it still effected her deeply, and he knew she needed him. And he would be there for her, as she had been for him.