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Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

The way his body reacted to everything she did only coaxed her to do everything slower. Aspen liked having him underneath her mouth and having complete control over how much pleasure he got from her. She really wasn't sure where this was coming from and a part of it even surprised herself. Her hands clasped around his wrists a little tighter as she noticed how his hips jerked. A snicker almost came from her as she lowered her head again to his balls, with nothing touching his cock. Slowly she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled her tongue over it. This process lasted for several minutes before she figured she would give it him, and really give it to him without any warning like he did to her the night before.

She moved her head up to the tip of his cock and slowly licked around the sensitive underside of the head. She liked how it felt and how sometimes it seemed to twitch, having a mind of it's own. Her eyes looked up and found his as she lowered her head, finally taking his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, and at first when she tried to deep throat him she gagged but eventually she allowed for herself to relax and she could do it repetitively. Remembering how much she wanted to touch him when he went down on her she moved her hands from his and moved them to massage and roll his balls around. She found rhythm in the way her tongue slid around him and the way her head bobbed over his cock, all the while never breaking eye contact.
 
Lanzarac was in a state of bliss. This wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced before. He had been given pleasure like this by other women but the fact that he had such a beautiful woman doing it now was simply jittering. She looked exotic and beautiful, even in her seated position on the floor between benches. Her mouth continued to work its way up and down his shaft and he had to control himself from forcing her to rush. She would probably feel it in her hands, the way his forearms would flex then deflate, then flex again. He drew his head back and continued to breathe sharply or sigh long, the pleasure clearly audible in his actions. Then she did it. Aspen took the plunge and took his cock into her mouth. She released her grasp on his hands, which immediately flew to the top of her head. One grasped her hair but the other grabbed her hand and brought it back to the side of his hip. He mingled their fingers together and held her hand tightly, a symbol of his growing affection for her.

She was magnificent, this Princess from distant lands. The way Aspen worked his cock made him feel completely senseless to everything else. She was still an amateur but he didn’t care. She at least could pick up on his signals and worked him well. He was nearing his orgasm, his first with his new wife, and moved a hand from her hair to her cheek. Bringing his head forward, he looked into her eyes as he caressed her cheek, smiling. “Aspen...this...this...is...” Incredible. He didn’t get to finish. He grunted, almost like a growl, and pressed her head down on his cock as it thrust upwards in ejaculation. His seed expelled into her mouth, much more than the human could ever do, and continued to do so as his body convulsed with his intense orgasm. Finally, the streams of cum finally finished, he released his hold on her hair and let her withdrew. He quickly pulled his pants up and buttoned his shirt, wordlessly returning to his pre-oral stage. He glanced over to Aspen, noting that she had conformed herself as well, before turning to the window and throwing it open, “Some water! Lemon, if you please.” He shouted and waited for someone to ride up.

“Sire! There is no more lemon water left.” A dragoon on a horse reported a moment later.

“Very well. Honey water will do.” Lanzarac replied, and the dragoon saluted. A moment later he returned with a flagon and a cup, which Lanzarac reached out to retrieve. He poured a cup of the flavored water and had a sip himself. Then he passed the full cup over to Aspen, smiling as he did so, “You did well, Princess. I would never have expected that from you. Whenever you’re ready, move to the opposite bench and spread your legs. Don’t rush it though,” he added, winking at her, “you only get one and its still a long journey ahead.” He took a long swig straight from the flagon and set it between them, letting Aspen have a refill whenever she desired.
 
The more Aspen picked up rhythm the more she enjoyed the way her husband moved and groaned underneath her mouth. The sharp breathing was erotic to her and it almost made her groan in itself. She could feel his balls drawing up as she massaged him with her tongue and her hands and she knew what was coming next. He grabbed her hand and as their fingers were interwoven she squeezed his, actually coming to like the way he treated her when he was being nice. She could easily feel his pulse as it quickened and almost on instinct her tongue and head grew faster in their movements, eager to really pleasure him. She almost thought he would be an ass to her when he got closer to his orgasm but instead he touched her on the cheek and it made her smile around his cock.

She looked into his eyes deeper as he verbally expressed how she was doing. It made her feel good, she had never done this before and she had started out doing it on a whim. Seeing that she was doing well she was ready when he started to cum into her mouth. It was an exotic taste, but one that she found she enjoyed. It was a brilliant salty but yet sweet taste, accompanied by a man who was too handsome for himself, but she was greedy about it and the only thing that popped up into her head was that he was hers. Even when he had finished and had released her head she licked him completely clean before she allowed herself to get up and compose herself.

Her face was blushing from what she had just done. It was slightly crazy for her and she lightly tugged on the inside of her lip with her teeth. Looking away from him while he retrieved the water she knew that even though she was putty in his hands it seemed he could also be when put into hers. Her gaze traveled up to him and matched his smile with a cheeky one of her own while she took the cup. She felt like a giddy school girl and she felt her face blush more when he told her about her one chance. She knew she would save it until they were on the boat later on that evening.
Crossing her legs she put her cup down on them and wrapped both hands around it. "How much longer is it until we get to the boat tonight?"
 
Lanzarac watched Aspen as she smirked back and drank the water. She was learning to adapt to his needs fast and it pleased him that she learned her place fast. Instead of answering her question, he laughed instead, “You look redder than the freshest apple, Princess. Just look at you, red hair, red dress, your cheeks red like a young maid who just had her first kiss. Its utterly laudable,” he said teasingly. He watched her reaction and laughed more, kicking his boots off as he did so. He slouched back in his seat a little and rested his feet up on the other bench opposite to where they sat. He didn’t seem to bear in any hurry today, to answer her question or do anything for that matter. He closed his eyes and rested, letting the sounds of the travel wash over him. Then he spoke, eyes still closed, “Probably an hour before sundown if anything. Maybe if the roads weren’t so rugged in your lands we could get there quicker.” He jested again, opening a single eye to peer at her before closing it.

He yawned and clasped his hands together over his stomach. He was practically laying across the carriage, his hips and thighs over the space between benches and his feet tucked up on the other side. He ruffled his hair for no apparent reason before going motionless, though an arrogant smirk still seemed to cross his face. The morning of their first full day of marriage was off to a great start in his books. To him, Aspen was becoming more and more of the dutiful wife he always desired, willing to pleasure and put up with his eccentric behavior without complaint. Even if she resisted, there would be no one for her to turn to. She was trapped in his world without any support, bound to his desires. The thoughts of what he could do to her ran through his head as they rode on, the sun raising to full noon and warming away the morning chill.
 
When her husband talked to her, Aspen's cheeks really did get redder, if that were possible and her jaw nearly dropped. She couldn't help that she was nearly an innocent in all things her husband clearly wasn't. She wanted to hate him more than she already did but she could feel a part of it slipping away. She thought it was leaving but she knew it was just because they were in this carriage and no one else could see them. Once they reached their destination she knew he would bring back out the even more controlling side and again she would defy him like she always did, but the thought of it brought a slow smile to her face. She watched him get comfortable, and when he jested to her of course she had to do it back. "Maybe if your troops weren't used to such perfect roads and could deal with what was presented to them, we could have already been there." Her tone was light, obvious that there was a slight smile even when his eyes were closed and off of her.

She watched him get comfortable, and when he yawned she did so as well, wanting for some reason to take a nap. She knew there would be so many moments in their marriage where they would want to take on each other to the death, but maybe if they both tried they could make it work. Looking past their differences, which was a lot, she was able to see the possibilities. The sounds of everything around her was peaceful and she was able to think about what she knew she needed to control. Hoping he was asleep, she moved the water from the middle of the bench and set it in the floor, bringing her feet up so they were in it's spot, a couple inches from his body. Slowly she brought her hand up in front of her and she stared at the palm of her hand. For a couple of minutes nothing happened but eventually she managed to create a small flame in the center. It lasted several minutes before she lost focus and it went out. The thought excited her that she might have something even her husband would never be able to take from her as she slid down a little further and laid her head against the back of the bench, slowly going to sleep.
 
Lanzarac napped soundly for the duration of the trip, only stirring to curl himself up into a more comfortable position as they and their escort rode on. He awoke a few times, peering about with slightly closed eyes as he glanced around the carriage. He saw Aspen resting softly and there didn’t seem to be any disturbance at hand so he drifted back. Only around mid-afternoon did an officer approach and ask if the royal couple wished to eat. Lanzarac requested some bread and honey as a snack and it was brought to them instantly. He broke the loaf, offering half to Aspen wordlessly, and ate in silence before sitting up for the remainder of the journey. He never spoke but merely glanced about, pondering his own thoughts about his life and responsibilities. It would certainly be different now that he had a wife, but perhaps she would be useful in other roles besides gracing his bed.

The day wore on and they finally came to the wide straits that separated the landmass from which Aspen’s peoples and his dwelt on. But they weren’t at Asovan borders yet. The party turned onto a dirt road that ran alongside the river and their pace slowed down tremendously as the carriage bounded over uncertain pathways. They had to endure this rough patch for a hour before they came to the allotted embankment point. A makeshift wharf had been constructed by about a score of men who strode about, and a large steamer sat in the wide river waiting for its passengers. A single funnel emitted from the central cabin, spewing black plumes of smoke as its boilers were prepared for voyage. The ship, though equally cramped, would have more of the elements of life that Lanzarac and Aspen should be used to. The carriage came to a halt, the escort forming up in two lines behind, and Lanzarac opened the door and stepped out. He turned and helped his wife climb down before stretching vigorously behind her.

With a gesture, several soldiers came up and began unpacking the various trunks and luggage that Aspen had brought and took it towards a small rowboat that floated aside the wharf. It was quickly loaded and Lanzarac wordlessly led Aspen to the wharf where they boarded a second boat. They were instantly pushed off and several men rowed them to the steamer where a ladder was lowered. Lanzarac climbed up first before helping Aspen and soon they were on the narrow deck and corridors of the ship. The second boat came up and elves began to bring aboard her luggage. Satisfied with the arrangements, Lanzarac led Aspen into the lower decks and to their room. It was about twice the size of the carriage but had a decent size bunk for two people to sleep. There was a small table tucked in the corner and a dresser for clothes. Other rooms in their corridor including a small kitchen and dining room as well as a privy. Lanzarac took a seat on the bed and began to take off his boots, sighing tiredly to himself, “I can’t wait to get in a bath tomorrow. We should be home by tomorrow morning, early I think. Enough time to slip unnoticed before anyone sees the sorry state of us.” He commented drily.
 
Aspen's sleep was deep and she dreamed of her husband, though she thought it funny. In the dream it was a pleasant and happy one, the two were married and they had a glorious reign over everything they touched. The dream itself aroused her to a slowly awakening state, but once she smelt the honey for the snack she was alert and focused. She ate slowly, enjoying it for her, and keeping the noise down for her husband, who she knew wouldn't appreciate the loud grumbles of her stomach. After she ate, she slowly watched her husband from the corner of her eye, and smiled only on the side he wasn't able to see. Whether he was aware of it or not he deeply amused her because even in the carriage on the way to their home he wasn't able to calm even a little and she could see the worry between his eyebrows. She wanted to reach over and lightly touch his face but a part of her warned her because she wasn't sure what her husband would think of such a gentle and loving gesture.

To her the day seemed to drag on and on, her feet were almost asleep and her butt was nearly cramping, when they made it to the place when they had to get out of the carriage she wanted to sob in relief and kiss the ground. When she first stood her knees wanted to buckle but after a moment they adjusted themselves to her weight and she went to the door, allowing for her husband to help her out. She glanced forward at the steamer but it took more effort than it should have to not look over her shoulder at her husband. She could feel him so close to her, whenever he was near it was almost as if her skin would bust.
She enjoyed boats, though she had little experience with them, and as they crossed and traded a couple times she watched the water, liked the way it rippled and moved. It had the opportunity to do what it wanted when it wanted and she hoped when she got to her new home that her husband would let her keep such a luxury.

As they crossed she looked up at the boat, happy when she finally arrived and was escorted to their room for the night. She liked the way it looked and how roomy it was. By the time they had everything loaded and it was all settled she was ready to fall asleep but she knew that was something which wouldn't come until much later. Completely ignoring her husband, she moved to her trunk which held some of her 'married' sleepwear and picked a light blue chemise and matching underwear then walked to the privy. It made her smile when she thought of her old hands-maiden, she had a dry sense of humor and always told Aspen to pick the inappropriate clothing around her husband when given the chance. Once she was dressed and her hair was packed into a bun on the back of her head she walked back to the room she shared with her husband and slowly sat down beside him on the bed. The electrifying feeling came back, it made her heart race in her chest and her hands to heat. She wanted to ignore everything about him but just his presence did things to her that she still didn't understand.
 
Lanzarac watched as Aspen ignored his remarks and strode off to the restroom with a bundle of nightclothes in hand. He secretly boiled with indignation at the fact she refused to reply to him. Her tiredness was no excuse. She was suppose to entertain him in his private hours and not give him the cold shoulder. He decided to execute some form of punishment on her. Even for elves, Lanzarac was more violent and fey than the average. And his kind was already above the norm in that regard. But to his people, a very high patriarch society, it was acceptable to savagely discipline an unruly family member. Once they were married, he would own Aspen in every sense of the word, and he would give her demeanor a change for what he deemed the better. But Aspen was no ordinary woman to simply cow with fear and strength. He would need to get inside her mind as well, and on that regard he guessed he already was. So when she finally emerged, dressed in a provocative nightdress, he simply leaned back on the bed with two arms behind him and a leg crossed over the other. Cool eyes regarded her as she sat beside him, not deigning to speak or even look towards him.

Of course, Lanzarac was not opposed to initiating things just for the sake of a reaction. Silently, he reached over swiftly to behind her head and without warning, curled up her hair and yanked back harshly. He brought his own face over hers in an instant and smiled down viciously at her, “Silence is never an option for you. I don’t care if you have nothing to say, you will always acknowledge what I say, even in public. Consider this a warning.” He continued to pull her hair back and to finish it, threw her towards the bed as he withdrew his hand. Then he stood up and turned to face her, not at all looking apologetic for hurting her, his new wife. “Here we will have a little more privacy than the tent on the roadside. I never got to see you fully. Let’s see what you got tucked away under that dress, shall we? I don’t think I will like it being hidden from my sight during our nightly hours. I hope that when it comes off, nothing sags. I won’t be disappointed, right?” Lanzarac said smugly, staring intently into her eyes and trying to gleam at her soul.
 
As Aspen sat next to Lanzarac she was unsure of what to do. A part of her wanted to turn to him and kiss him, to wrap her arms around him and pull him closer to her, feel his warmth. The other wanted to just tell him good night and roll over to go to sleep but she knew that just his presence that electric feel on her skin wouldn't allow it. Where she was from the wife and husband, both before and after marriage, would explore each other, another lesson from her crude but loving hand-maiden. It was when she made her decision to get closer that she slowly started to turn to him but she never got the chance.

She thought that his gentle hand going behind her head would mean that he wanted to kiss her first but what she got was the opposite of gentle. The vicious pull on the back of her head made her eyes water and a small yelp to come out from her. It hurt her and her eyes narrowed as she looked up to him while listening. His smug smile sent waves of anger through her and she could instantly feel her hands heating at her sides. His warning put a smug smile in the back of her head but she would not show it as her head was pulled even more. It was when he threw her towards the bed that she knew she wasn't going to be able to suppress her gift and that it would come out.
She took a deep breath as she looked up to him from the bed as he made his snide comments towards her. He was so crude to her and it made her angry around him. Unable to stop herself she stood up when he was finished and walked towards him, an angry glare on her face. "You don't think before you open your kingly mouth do you? You can only see yourself but you are all that I see, I can feel you and how close you are to me. It scares me, maybe that is why I didn't look at you." Aspen could feel her palms heat up more than they had ever been and her heart was racing as she stopped in front of him. "Maybe if you payed attention to me at all, whatsoever, then you would know some of this, but you can't! You ruin everything you ever have by only paying attention to yourself." Her blood was rushing so hard that she didn't feel the fire that was at her palms, but then, she couldn't remember a time when she had been so mad. It was when she moved them up to smack him hard in the chest and the fire seared through his shirt and burnt him on his skin to nearly a second degree in less than a couple seconds that she pulled them back quickly and looked at his flesh.
 
Lanzarac smiled when he saw the look of indignation flitter across Aspen’s face, and kept it pinned across his features as she recovered and strode up to him. Gods, did she look more beautiful when angry, and this was the type of reaction he hoped to provoke. Let her get angrier and spiteful towards him, for he desired to break her down when she was in this state of mind. Aspen’s words were truthful however, in that he was very arrogant and cared little for those around him. Secretly, this inflamed his inner pride to hatred, for he did not like to be classified as such. Perhaps it stemmed from the fact that nobody dared to speak in this way to him except for her, for Lanzarac was popular as a commander and administrator, but as nothing else. His smirk grew wider when she exclaimed that she was scared of him. That was always a feeling he hoped to manipulate as well and it was her mistake for revealing it. He was in the process of formulating his own response, ready to actually strike his bride-to-be before she stepped up to shove him off. What happened next was the most unexpected result Lanzarac could have imagined, and even then he could not hide his reaction. A searing burn coursed through his chest, stopping his heart for a moment and driving him back against the wall behind him. He let out a choked cry of anguish at the shock and the smell of burnt flesh assailed his nose. A small plume of smoke rose from where her palm had struck his chest.

Collapsing to a knee, Lanzarac put a hand on the ground to balance himself while his other came up to his tunic. Where it joined across his chest was no longer there, having been burned completely away. The edges were a crisp red and folded in on themselves, further searing his flesh slightly away from where her palm had struck. His hand moved across the injured flesh and he winced in the pain and tenderized skin he felt there. How was this possible? With a deliberate slowness, he turned his eyes to gaze at Aspen with a mixture of murder, fear, and surprise in them. Where did this sudden power come from? Then he thought back to their journey together; the sudden rise of heat while he mocked her and the blackened imprints on the rock where they ate once suddenly made sense. Aspen could manipulate fire with her hands it seemed, or so he guessed. With ragged breathing, for his chest labored furiously under the burn, he rose to his feet and glared at her with evil intent. He didn’t spare her any words, either to wander at the sudden power or to rebuke her for striking him. His actions were a flurry of movements as he moved in retaliation. He backhanded her fiercely with lightning speed, spinning her around as he seized upon her arms. He slammed Aspen face-first into the bed, pinning one of her hands behind her back, palm down, while he rigorously brought the other to rest against her cheek. “You think you’re fucking funny, huh little princess?” He snarled into her ear from above, his voice full of spite, “Where did you learn this little trick? Speak up, whore! You’ll pay dearly for this attack, you and your fucking family.” Lanzarac spat at her, unable to formulate anything other than angry words due to the rage flowing through his mind.
 
For a moment, all of the time stopped around Aspen and she could just stare. She had hoped at first that what she saw was something of her imagination and soon it would go away, but as time slowly started again each second only caused her heart to start beating faster in fear. She was honestly surprised at herself even now, but as time fully caught up again she could see the anger in Lanzarac's eyes. It scared her, she had never seen him this mad and she knew things were going to get bad. She wanted to quickly apologize to him, because she hadn't intentionally done it. The fire from her palms were now out and she could only smell the scent of charred flesh in the room, her nose wrinkling. Her hand started to travel up to his chest, to hopefully heal him or comfort him in some way, but his hand got to her first.

The blow caught her off guard and she screamed when she landed face first into the bed. She didn't like the way she was positioned as he easily used his bigger body against her smaller one. The way her body was, with her ass so close to him caused her to be afraid he might take advantage of her. She wanted to fight back somehow, but the way her arm was bent along with the fierce grip he held, made things much more difficult, though she was glad that just in case the fire popped back out she couldn't be hurt by it. She truly felt bad for hurting him and it made tears pop up into her eyes. Having never been the type to be mean to someone without intentions hurt her and she turned her head in the direction of his menacing voice. "Lanzarac please. I never meant to do that, I swear to you that it was an accident, something like that to that extent has never happened to me. This night was supposed to go differently, there was supposed to be no injuries, please believe me." Aspen had never been so afraid of anything her life as she was of this man at the moment and her body started to shake under his grip.
 
“Believe you?” Lanzarac snapped in response, his face contorted in anger and disbelief. His snarl was vicious beyond recognition, and he wanted nothing more than to return that hurt and anger to her. “Liar! You reached out to strike me, burn me even. You could have killed me, you fool, your own husband before the damn wedding night. I should repay you a thousandfold for this treachery!” Yet he could not bring himself to strike her again, seeing the turmoil and despair in her own eyes. Perhaps it was an action uncalled for, a sort of mechanism she could not control. He had heard of elves who discovered powers within themselves that they had not known for sometimes centuries beforehand. He knew Aspen was closeted, so this was just as unexpected to her as it was to him. Still, the look in her eyes held a mixture of remorse and guilt that lessened the conflicting emotions within him. Slowly, his features softened over time and his snarl turned to a simple glare. His eyes narrowed to a squint, “It aches still. I can feel my heart throbbing in agony and it hurts to even breathe. Where did you acquire this power?” He demanded from Aspen, shaking her with each question as if to force the answer from her immediately.

“This night was supposed to go differently, you say. Without injuries. Well I plan to give you injuries now, with or without your planning. You’re like a beast, a cornered animal, and I cannot trust you openly now that you revealed your true colors. I shall have to chain you every night, otherwise you’ll turn my bed into a funeral pyre. Yes, I shall keep you locked up where you can be no threat to anyone. Starting with tonight.” Suddenly, Lanzarac released her and stepped back quickly, as if suspecting her to strike again. With a vicious glare, he slowly turned towards his bags and pried them open. He dug through the various items of clothing before he came to the bottom, and soon the clanking of metal was heard as he withdrew the item. A pair of cuffs with long chains between were in his hands, and this he threw towards the head of the bed above her. “So you don’t try to burn me again. But have no fear, fiery wife, for I do not intend to take you tonight. That is for our wedding day tomorrow, where I can enjoy my due properly. But for now, you have to be contained and confined.” He leaped onto the bed gracefully, bringing his knee down hard on her midsection. He pinned her there while he grabbed for her arms, madly pointing the palms away from his body in case she should try to burn him once more. With a struggle, he force her arms to each corner, where he locked the wrist in one cuff and binded the other to the narrow bed posts. Soon, her body was stretched before him like an X, and all he had left was to remove her clothing.
 
Aspen wanted nothing more than to move from the spot at which Lanzarac held her. She really did feel so terrible and she wasn't sure why her subconscious had wanted to burn him when her conscious mind clearly didn't. It scared her the way her inner thoughts could change without her knowledge and that they had a tendency to come up out of nowhere. What had happened had clearly gotten her into a lot of trouble with her soon to be husband and she wasn't sure how she would get out of the bind now. Her hearing and sight were starting to blur from all that was happening and when she was shaken it didn't help, it only made her groan. She could feel how furious he was when he touched her so roughly, and nearly bit off every word he had spoken.

The first thing she did when he stepped away from her was take in a deep breath. She wanted to talk with him, like a couple should but when he threw the cuffs toward her she quickly ducked. If they were to hit her they would leave a mark and she didn't want anymore than she knew she was going to get, as Lanzarac had already promised. She watched with wide eyes as he jumped to her and she had no time to react. She was one who easily bruised and she could tell from how hard his knee had come down that there would be a nasty one in it's place in the morning, the stretching of her body would leave savage marks on her wrists as well. Her body wanted to struggle away, but no matter how strong the want was, it couldn't compare to the actual strength of him. After everything was finished and her breathing had calmed itself she looked up at him from her position on the bed. "I'm a half-ling. That's how I got this power. I don't know about it, but there is only one weakness with it." She lowered her eyes a little as a blush traveled up her neck and onto her cheeks. "When I told you this night had other intentions I meant it, I wanted to grab your chest because I wanted to kiss you and touch you but you are so infuriating that you make it nearly impossible. I will stand by my swear that I did not mean to hurt you. I can also tell you that these chains are not nexcessary but I know that you will not remove them, if there is anything I have learned about you it is how stubborn you can be when you want to be." She was honestly hurt by the thought that her husband actually believed she had set out to hurt him and now she hoped he would just leave her alone. The chains were tight on her wrists and if he was to see the shine of tears on the verge of spilling, that is what she would blame it on.
 
Lanzarac knelt between Aspen’s stretched legs, considering everything she said and implied. Strangely enough, he believed her entirely when she said her motive was to grab and kiss him, rather than to strike or harm him in any way. On the other hand, she might have simply underestimated her power and the output needed to kill a man, and now she was trying to cover up her tracks. He did not doubt that Aspen possessed some sort of intelligence, being the daughter of a King and well educated. But malice didn’t seem to suit her, as kindness did not seem to suit him. What a strange couple they were, with completely opposing values. Yet Lanzarac was not above forgiveness and therefore listened to Aspen’s plea intently. “A half-ling?” He asked, looking confused, “That is only a myth.” He said incredulously, shaking his head side-to-side. At least his anger had dissipated and was replaced with curiosity and interest. What could he do with a wife that shot fire through her hands? Could she do it through her mouth as well? He had to careful around there as well, he thought with a smile. Lanzarac looked to her chained wrists when Aspen rocked against it, shrugging his own indifference. Her eyes were watery, but he wasn’t interested in that anymore. He touched his own chest gingerly again, wincing at the feel of burned flesh underneath.

“You’re full of mysteries and surprises, little wife.” Lanzarac said after a while, sitting back and resting his arms around his knees while he looked up at Aspen’s body before him. “The chains are more for me then they are for you. I thought you understood this by now. You swear not to hurt me, but you still did anyways, despite your best efforts. How can I trust that this incident won’t happen again? I want complete obedience and as I recall, I told you to lose your dress. If I let you free, will you obey, or try to reassert your rights to uh...” he let out a brief chuckle, “being treated properly. So, will you promise when I set you free, you’ll lose your dress? I would hate to have to tear it off.” What Lanzarac didn’t mention was that after she agreed, he would return her to the chains and bondage he had planned. He crawled closer to her face, moving over her body. He placed his hands to either side of her shoulders and his knees tucked her legs in closer to each other, and his face hovered inches from hers. His smirk was wide and full of evil intent as he glanced down at her, waiting for her response.
 
As Aspen lay there for a moment she could only look upon her husband as he equally stared down at her. Even in this predicament she continued to admire him. He truly was someone who was a great king, she knew because everyone had told her how lucky she was for getting to marry such a man. She wanted to scoff at them, he was a man who she almost thought was a coward to his wife because she possessed something not even he knew how to deal with. It almost gave her a sense of pride, but the pride would never stay, it would quickly replace itself with sadness because she had hurt someone. It was important to her that this arranged marriage work and that eventually her and her husband would come to mutual understandings. Something like this, one of them hurting the other and being tied up, wasn't how she had pictured it going; maybe if she tried she would be able to turn it around and make something of the night, she figured there would be no harm in just trying.

"I can assure you that I am not a myth. My mother was a fairy, as my dad is an elf." To her it felt good to tell someone that and finally get it off of her chest. She listened to his proposition and she knew she would say yes, he no undoubtedly knew it as well. She knew him well enough to know that even if she did agree there would be something afterwards because that was just the type of person he was. "I promise that I will behave and that I will take off the dress easily. I will also show you something that I learned when I was little, every time I got hurt, I thought it was the only thing that I could do. I want to show you that these chains aren't necessary." She saw the way his eyes glinted and the smirk that was constantly on his face. She needed to show him that she could undo what she had done but it would require her hands and she partially thought he wouldn't take the chains off at all. Desperately needing a distraction from all the tension building she used the small inches of a gap to lean up and touch her lips to his.
 
Lanzarac listened to Aspen’s explanation with barely concealed scorn on his face, though to mask his inner surprise. He knew her House possessed some secrets, but for her mother to be a fairy was relatively new to him. In fact, the prospect of her having fairy blood in her veins made him jitter slightly in nervous excitement. Their children would also have that same blood in their veins, and if they inherited some of her powers, then it seemed their linage would be powerful indeed. Though this should have warranted some new growth of admiration or respect for his spouse, Lanzarac was too ignorant to grasp the benefits fully. He saw it as another gain he could take from her and was already formulating plans in his mind for attempts at controlling her powers. Extreme disicipline will bring about this conclusion, and this pretty little elf princess will soon learn his elven way of doing things. As she made her promises and tried to woo him with a kiss, Lanzarac smiled ever broadly, appearing to concede to her when in fact he had designs of malicious intent on his mind. He pressed his own lips down eagerly, for he would not pass up a chance at kissing his bride-to-be, and held her lips to his with a hand behind her neck.

For several moments, he hungrily kissed Aspen with more carnal lust in his actions then out of any emotion for her. Wedding traditions in his country meant he couldn’t have completely, but they could still have some fun to a certain degree. After a while, he broke away from her warm lips and looked down at her, “I trust you, wife. I’ll take the chains off so you can undress.” He said carefully, not intending to lie but rather withhold the full truth from her. He planned on returning her to them before he had his way with her. “And afterwards, you can demonstrate this little childhood secret of yours.” Lanzarac said dismissively, not quite taking her seriously. He rolled off her body and moved to retrieve the key for her bounds. He quickly went to either side of the bed, unlocking her bounds yet not removing the chains fully from the narrow bed. As he did so, a loud horn blast came above and slowly the streamer started to move out to sea. They would arrive at his home in the coming hours, welcomed to a comfy bed and a warm bath. Until then, Lanzarac had to make due with what they had now. When Aspen was free, he moved to sit at the stand at the edge of the bed, preventing her from moving off the surface of the mattress. “Go on then,” he challenged, nodding to her dress, “let’s see what sort of prize your father promised me.”
 
Aspen enjoyed kissing her husband. She has since the first day their lips had met, and as each day went on it was like the enjoyment only grew stronger. When she had gone up for the kiss she knew he wouldn't pass up the opportunity for fully engage in it and she smiled on the inside when she found she was correct. A part of her felt like she shouldn't be enjoying this and that she should retaliate once more, but she knew she couldn't. She knew that if any feelings were to pop up between them, then she wouldn't be able to use her powers against him, that was something she worried about happening. She didn't want to love him but at other times she did, it all depended on what kind of mood their were in as a couple. Right now, she wanted to be passionate with him and to also use her secret. She knew after she did that he wouldn't look at her with so much hate and scorn in his eyes.

Their kissing, to her, seemed to never end and when it finally did she almost pouted. She listened and looked up to him while he spoke. She heard the way he spoke of her secret but she knew once it was revealed to him, he would appreciate it. To her it seemed to take ages for him to use the key and for her wrists to finally be freed. She rubbed them a little, getting some of the blood rushing back. Then she looked up at him again, this time her eyes were soft because they meant him no harm and she hoped he would be able to see that. The horn signified to her that there truly was no turning back and that this was her life now. Knowing this almost hurt a little, but she knew she fully intended to make the most out of it. She knew he would like what he saw, and that he would hopefully touch her, she reached for the bottom of her chemise. It made her blush but she pulled it over her head, followed by the thin piece of underwear. This time when she looked up to him, her wide eyes showed that she was both scared and excited.
 
Lanzarac watched Aspen undress with lust filled eyes, capturing every movement of her body with his ever-alert mind. His heart began to race faster as her delicious body slowly became revealed to him, with firm looking flesh and a beautiful complexion. Her legs were long and slender, though her thighs seemed to be begging to be touched again with the way they seemed to tremble, or so Lanzarac perceived. He had already been down there previously but it still amazed him by its illustrious attraction. As her gown came off, his eyes followed the hem of it as it travelled up her body and over her head. Her flat stomach with its graceful lines and virgin breasts that were upright and stiff in the cool atmosphere of the room. His fingers twiddled against his sides as he drank in her sight, his eyes running back down her naked form, and back up again. He felt his arousal complete and hated the marriage traditions of his land for delaying the inevitable. Lanzarac’s body tingled with a nervous excitement, which he fought hard not to let it show. The last thing he wanted was to let Aspen know she had some measure of control over him through her body, so he fixed a sneer back on his face as his eyes returned to hers.

“Not bad,” Lanzarac commented, though inside he ached to grab her and kiss every inch and curvature of her body, “You certainly are a gem, like the brightest ruby that could be found in any hoard or hidden treasure.” His voice seemed to falter during his speech, as if he could not handle the sight of her revealed beauty, thinking it painful to just behold it without any manner of touch or feel. Slowly, he began to undress himself. He untied the loose sash around his waist and dropped it on the edge of the bed, as it would come in handy later on. He then pulled his own tunic over his head and threw it casually to the side, revealing his own body bare and uncovered. His muscles glistened in the faint light of the evening sun and the few candles that dotted the room and his cock was upright and strong. The burn mark was visible on his upper chest, the flesh singed and contorted into a pocket marked mass of pink and bright red. Yet it would not enjoy any pleasures tonight, through Lanzarac had his mind working furiously to find some way. The traditional sense meant bedding her in the common form on the wedding night, which was tomorrow, but it never said anything about her other orifaces. A smile crept across his face and he gestured towards the bed. “Let us see this secret of yours. After that, get on your stomach, face down. This should be a routine for you, or it will become at least.”
 
Aspen could see the way he stared at her with such lust in his eyes and it made her so nervous. She had never been this nervous in her entire life and it only added to it that she would have to spend hundreds of years with this man. She hated that he intrigued her as much as she wanted to hate him. To her it was unfair because she had never done anything bad in her life, except maybe steal a cookie or two when she was younger, she especially didn't mean to hurt him in anyway. To show him her childhood secret would give up so much and she knew something would change between them once it was exposed she just didn't know what that would be. His eyes themselves set her on fire as they roamed. She could tell when they lingered on a certain area for a while and she knew her body was the shade of her hair. She tried to put any of the bad thoughts behind her but she knew her thoughts would turn to the more mischievous side as she moved to watch her soon-to-be-husband begin undressing, trying to ignore his comment about her being 'not bad.'

Since Lanzarac had watched her she told herself that as his lifetime mate she also had the right to watch as she pleased. Her eyes watched with greed as everything was revealed to her. She also knew that it was probably very unladylike to stare that way she was doing, but she wasn't an ordinary lady and everything looked so delicious to her. They were in a cabin where no one could see them and she knew if she wanted to go for him a moment than she would. She loved touching him because she remembered what had happened in the ride here, how she had controlled him for just a little while; it was something she intended to do again in the future. When he was finished and she, once again, tried to ignore his rude comments she moved forward to him. From the way they were positioned, she was right in front of him on the bed. "Try to relax just a little, your going to even make me a little tense." She told him and her head dipped and took him in her mouth before he could say anything. She ran her tongue over the head and the sensitive frenulum underneath it. She did this so he would calm down and when she felt like he wasn't as tense she got back up to her knees on the bed to look up at him. Slowly, she raised her hand and placed it lightly on the burnt place on his chest. "Please place a little trust in me." Her voice was soft to him and slowly, heat started to radiate from her hand which caused the spot to heal up. It left only a faint scar in the center, one which would likely be gone within a few days.
Even slower than before she looked up at him, because now she truly wanted to see what he thought of this. It was something that she had never shown anyone and now it made her stomach flop that she finally had. She had fully gotten rid of what had made him so mad and she hoped it meant they could show each other what she knew they both equally felt. Once again her eyes lowered. "Lanzarac, please don't stay mad at me and please understand that that was really an accident."
 
Lanzarac watched Aspen approach him slowly with a bemused expression, thinking he was a dangerous predator and she was a helpless prey with the way the atmosphere felt. Though he had an expression of light mockery on his face, he was secretly dreading this moment as if it was something dangerous. She had already demonstrated that she had the power to cause destructive results if she so choose, so what was this other secret? Perhaps she could make it rain fire from the stars, or cause chasms to appear in the earth and streams of fire to shoot out? What if she controlled more than one element? His muscles were tense with the inner emotion he was trying to conceal, waiting and ready for a strike and to react if one did come. Instead, he jerked upwards with a sharp gasp when she immediately knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. Was this some kind of joke? Well it was one Lanzarac enjoyed because he immediately lost all sense of awareness to any danger, letting the pleasure replace the dark thoughts of his mind instead. He looked down at her with an expression of surprise and curiosity. This was much unlike the woman he thought he was marrying.

He jerked again when he saw Aspen break away from her motions and gazed up at him, catching his non-ignorant expression. “I trust you,” he said quietly, almost muttered. Lanzarac truly gave himself to her whims for the moment, the one act having broken down his walls and layers of guards within his mind easily enough. He winced when her hand came up to his chest, tingles of pain shooting through his body as she touched the marred flesh. Slowly, he felt a refreshing heat began to course through his chest and body, much like the breath of warm air upon entering a room out of cold weather. He closed his eyes and raised his head just a little, letting the feeling move freely through his mind. When it was finished, he brought his own hand to his chest, displacing hers. He traced over the flesh and found it normal and unscarred, except for a faint throbbing near the center. “You...you healed me.” Lanzarac muttered incredulously, turning his gaze from his chest to hers. He was stunned at her display of powers, as she could not only destroy with one hand but recover with the other. He immediately grabbed her hand near his chest and pulled her towards him. His other hand came up behind her head, seizing her neck, and practically slamming her face into his. Their lips met and he hungrily pressed her with a passionate kiss, holding her hand in a crushing grip.

Lanzarac used his body to push Aspen flat on the bed, their lips still conjoined. His hands left where they were and trailed down her sides, letting her firm flesh slid through his fingers. After a moment, he broke off his kiss and raised himself up, sitting back on his knees between her legs. “I’m not mad at you. But this changes nothing. Roll onto your stomach now and close your eyes.”
 
After Aspen healed her soon to be husband the seconds slowly trailed and turned into what she felt like were hours. She was entirely nervous that he would think of her as some kind of which and have her executed on the spot. When he didn't and his guard was let down she saw the man she liked more and it brought a smile to her face. This was the one who charmed her and with that came the happiness that bloomed within her chest. This kind of feeling was on that only he could provide, oddly enough she enjoyed that too. His eyes were testing as they looked at her and she took a small amount of pride in the way Lanzarac looked at her, of admiration and astonishment. She enjoyed knowing that she put both of those expressions there and that she was one of the only ones who could. She really expected for him to turn away now that nothing was ailing him, but what she wasn't expecting was the way he grabbed and kissed her after she was finished with healing his chest.

The moment his lips met hers she groaned with the need to feel him close to her. When his hand slid behind her head to hold her there, hers did the same to him. They curled around the hairs on the base of his neck and used them to keep him there. Their tongues did a dance and it was one that was filled with everything they needed to show to each other, it was just that neither of them wanted to say it. As he reluctantly pulled away from her she looked up to him, a small pout on her lips, but it was quickly abolished when he told her he wasn't mad at her anymore. It relieved her to hear this because she hated it when he felt like that but she was also afraid that he would do something to her because she had before. His words were almost commanded to her, but in a nice sort of fashion and she knew she would follow him, the attraction not giving her a choice. Slowly she moved up and kissed him on the forehead before leaning back and whispering: "Please just don't hurt me." She was placing the trust in him that he had in her just a moment before and she hoped she wouldn't regret it as she started to do as instructed. She moved her legs from around him and lay on her stomach in front of him, even closing her eyes when every tense muscle told her not to.
 
Lanzarac smiled at Aspen's comment about not hurting her, giving her a reassuring grin despite his true intentions. This part would most likely hurt but he wasn't going to share that with her. He liked to keep her guessing and in suspense, knowing he wielded that sort of control over her. He closed his eyes briefly as she rose to kiss his forehead, his hands on instinct moving to gently brush her hips before she moved away. He watched her get into the position he required of her, his eyes darting here and there over her naked body. It was an illustrious body, with exquisite curves, a wide tush that begged to be groped, and two perky mounds for breasts. Elves were born with symmetrical bodies, perfect and well-shaped, yet Aspen possessed one that might have been mandated by the heavens above. She did have fairy blood in her, which worked to making her appear even more majestic and beautiful. Even when she laid herself down on the bed, he did not immediately move but simply observed her. Her thighs seemed even more juicy from behind as his eyes passed over it, trailing up the spine of her back to the ends of her crimson locks. His cock was growing harder and thicker with just the sight of her, if more was even possible, and it throbbed with a nervous anticipation. He climbed softly onto the bed behind her, moving over her body to the head of the bed. Without warning, he picked up her wrists and immediately chained her back up to each post. "Be silent." He said suddenly, cutting off any complaint that she might have as he moved to her other arm. She was soon bound again, her arms outstretched to either side.

Climbing off the bed now, Lanzarac moved to where she had dropped her clothing. He bent over to pick up her thin panties, running his fingers across its center and feeling the wetness that was soaked there. He smiled widely at the feel of it, before climbing back over the bed. He threw that part over her face and brought it up against her mouth as he pulled the strings back, tying it behind her head. Then he reached around and poked it into her mouth. "This is to muffle your screams, dearest wife, for this will hurt. But only in the beginning. You'll come to enjoy it. I know I will." Then climbing off yet again, he fold a length of silk and brought it back to Aspen's head, using it to blindfold her eyes from sight. Then he leaped off the bed and strode into their private washroom. He dug through the single cabinet and found a jar of berry smelling ointment that was soft and slippery to the touch. Whatever it was meant for, Lanzarac had other ideas with it. He opened the jar and casually tossed the lid aside, swiping up a finger full of the creamy substance as he returned to the room. He immediately proceeded to smother his cock in the substance, using it as a lubricant. The strong smell spread into the room, and Lanzarac decided he would massage Aspen's body with it afterwards. Once his hard cock was covered in it, he moved behind Aspen and grabbed both her thighs. Spreading them apart, he inched closer to her rounded ass and slapped one of the cheeks. "Raise your hips high now. I know the Gods frown upon pre-martial sex, but the scriptures say nothing about this hole."
 
Aspen knew that whatever her soon to be husband had planned would be a little more enjoyable now that she had healed him. She knew that in that one small gesture Lanzarac would have softened slightly and with it, so would everything he did. She didn't like the wait of just laying on the bed but as soon as everything was with nothing, activity exploded. The way he grabbed her wrists turned her on in the way he could be so male sometimes. Although on the flip side of things it also scared her in a way. She didn't want to be hurt, she wanted to take a part in whatever her husband was to do to her but she had no idea how to tell him, she couldn't be as outspoken as he was. Every fiber of her being wanted to tell him to stop, that she would continue with him on his terms but she was still so unsure of how. His hands used all of their muscles to stretch out her hands and it made her moan lightly from the pressure at her shoulders. She felt very vulnerable and it didn't help when he climbed off of the bed and left her there.

She turned her head as far as she could to watch what he was doing, she watched him pick up her panties and when he rubbed over the center she could feel things happen to her body that only he could do to her. She knew they were both very attracted to each other and solely on that she could feel a pressure building between her thighs. Something like this had happened whenever he had kissed upon her and she felt her body lightly shiver, anticipating everything he was going to do to her. She could hate it if she wanted, but she would have to try extremely hard in order to make her body not want him. Once they were married and could have each other whenever they wanted, she almost dreaded it. Their level of attraction towards each other couldn't get bigger, could it? Her own question made herself shiver once more as he walked over to her with her panties. She didn't struggle against them as she thought she might have but instead accepted them, without fight. She knew that whatever he planned to do would hurt her but hearing him say it out loud and confirming it should have done something to her, instead her body just wanted him more.

After the blindfold was on her she started to become a little nervous, but not knowing what was going to happen to her made everything near or on her body electrify. She heard little clanks and things from further off and she wondered what he was doing and hoped that whatever it was wouldn't be to bad when he got back with whatever he was getting. Her nose detected the berry smell, which thankfully, alerted her of his presence that way she wouldn't be as jumpy as she felt. As soon as he was back behind her and he touched only her thighs, a small pleasure whimper came from her. She wanted to hide everything he made her feel but it would be no use, her arousal would become apparent soon enough. The slap he gave her to her ass made her moan deeply in pleasure, eagerly wanting to do what he told her to do. It did make her a little nervous to put herself on display so provocatively but she did it. Slowly her hips raised as far as her knees would let them and the air hitting the moisture on her thighs and her swollen, aroused pussy, made her moan in deeply once more. She knew her husband would be able to tell what kind of effect he had on her and just the thought of him made her hands curl hard into the bed.
 
Lanzarac noticed the way Aspen squirmed about under his touch, her body warming and soft to his touch. Already he could notice the drops of glistening juices gathering around her pussy and it took all he had to stop himself from shoving his cock into there. Her panties that he shoved in her mouth would do well to muffle her screams, for this next part would hurt greatly. He guided the head of his member towards her anal, letting it rub up against the soft flesh between her two round mounds, before slowly penetrating it in. He forced his head in, letting it widen her gap a little as he rocked his hips slowly. Little by little, he pushed more of himself inside her, inching more of his cock in as her anal widen and her hips separated. He kept his hands on her hips and thighs, pulling her body back to impale herself further on, and soon he found two thirds of his cock inside her. That should do. He pulled his hips back until only the head remained inside, before slapping her ass and plunging back in as far as he could go. He continued in this fashion for several moments.

It was pleasuring to Lanzarac, the tight feeling of her anal and it made him imagine the pleasures he would get when he finally took her fully in her pussy. Aspen was a beautiful woman and he desired to claim her entirely for his own. His hips began to buckle into her faster, picking up the pace as his hands travelled up sensationally along her sides. He was leaning a little forward, his body bending where it conjoined with her hips. His hands came around her body to where her breasts were, groping and cupping them within his palms. His fingers came up to her erect nipples and he abruptly pinched both of them, squeezing them painfully for several seconds as he ploughed her furrow. Sweat was beginning to trickle down his back with the exertion, and after several moments he gave her nipples a brief respite though his hips offered none of the same. Then he pinched them again, harshly, finding pleasure in the way her body squirmed and wiggled with the pain and pleasure mixed in. There was no escape from him, and he fucked her long and hard for several long moments. The back of her thighs were already red from the battering, suiting the rest of her complexion quite nicely.

“Do you like this, Princess?” Lanzarac mocked, pounding her ass with rigorous intensity. A hand left her breast, though the other remained, and trailed up her back to her crimson hair. He curled up a handful and yanked back harshly, so that her face came off the bed and stared straight into the wall at the head of the bed. Her back arched towards him and he could glimpse every nook and curve of her body. It was another several moments of fucking in this fashion before he cummed, releasing her hair and pinching her nipple tightly as he collapsed on top of her body. His chest glistened with sweat and heaved tremendously as his body convulsed, sending streams of his hot, sticky seed into her rear. He pulled out, leaving her anal no more than a battered red bottom and a gaping hole and lay on top of her. His hands came to both her breasts again and teased them relentlessly, showing little regard for the pain he was causing her as he pinched and squeezed them. Finally, he removed her panties from her mouth and kissed her, running the flat of his tongue across her lips before forcing his own, and his tongue, into hers.
 
Aspen could feel her pulse quicken when his cock rubbed up and down her cheeks. She wanted with everything in her to trust this man and that he wouldn't hurt her. It scared her so much because she had had his massive size in her mouth and that alone had stretched her lips slightly, let alone a small hole that a cock should never penetrate. Her breathing tried to slow itself down, tried to calm her down even, but almost nothing worked and because of how he was going on about things there was no leeway. Her body couldn't relax which in turn only made it worse on her because she tightened around him. Because of her positioning and the ties above her head for her wrists she couldn't move but her body tried to get her to. Her arms jerked hard out of instinct when he went faster to try and get out of the situation, but without the use of her hands she didn't stand a chance against his raw brute strength. The only hope she had was to heat the chains enough to break so she turned her hands, ignoring the pain as they scrapped her wrists raw and tore the skin, she knew after a while they would melt but she had never done it before so she had no way of knowing when it would happen.

She screamed from the pain he caused her. It angered her how he didn't care if she was hurt he only cared about himself. The lube, she knew was probably meant to be a kind gesture but she was so angry. From her actions earlier she had felt so badly because she had caused him pain so she fixed it but he didn't care about her, to him she was probably just a meat sack that he could fuck. Her palms were getting hot, small flames appearing and she knew if she could she would burn him now she would have, letting him deal with it later. Each thrust he did to her felt like she was almost splitting in half, from his size she could feel little tears form around the O and by then she figured that a bit of blood had trickled down from her thigh and was probably dripping little by little onto the bed. Tears from her face were soaked up by the blindfold that she still had on and with each moment that passed she could only hope it was nearly over.

She told herself that it couldn't get any worse and she hoped that after his hands moved to her nipples that she would get something out of it, but she was wrong. It only got worse, the way her body squirmed only seemed to encourage him and if she could have helped it she would have stopped, but the pain only continued to build and get worse. The hair pulling and the nipple pinching made her scream so loudly it turned guttural and after a while she lost any ability to scream and they dissipated into little whimpers of pain. After a bit her body started to block out the pain, both emotionally and physically. She just couldn't believe how much he didn't care what she felt or how badly this looked for him. She had hope for this marriage but now all she had was anger. After what seemed like a eternity passed he finished and pulled out of her, as soon as he moved and the leverage was gone her body fell and collapsed, nearly cringing at the feeling of his cum slowly seeping out. It throbbed hard and whenever he kissed her she just lay there, not moving, not giving him the kiss he wanted to take from her. Above her, the chains finally broke in two and she whimpered when the blood came rushing back to her shoulders and her wrists, though she thought they were wet and that meant she was bleeding there as well.
 
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