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An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Her eyes widen a little when he mentions sons. Children. Having children with him? Well...she would have to have children no matter who she mattered. She was the princess, and now the queen. The country needed a new king, and she supposed it was the same for his country. She thought about it for a moment and then nodded to him, trying to smile at him confidently. Honestly, the idea of having children scared her...but she knew it would have to happen eventually.

"Y-yes...I'll have your sons. Daughters too, hopefully." she smiled easier this time, nuzzling him gently and shivering as his lips trail down her skin.
 
"The daughters will come, I'm sure... but it's sons that matter," he murmurs, lips still against her skin as he does. By now, his rigid length presses quite needily against her, his breath hot against her jawline, trailing up the lobe of one ear.

"You'll be a good mother, raise the boys until they can learn to swing a sword..."
 
She frowned when he said that it was sons that mattered. If only sons mattered, she wouldn't be here right now. She knew that daughters mattered just as much, and she would treat them like the royalty they were. She wouldn't let them get tossed aside like so many daughters did. She nodded to him again though, just going with what he said. She groaned when his lips touched her ear, her hips pressing into his length eagerly.

"Bed?" she murmured, wrapping her legs even tighter around him. She pulled her head away from him and then kissed his lips again several times, trailing down his neck now to his shoulder. She sucked his collarbone gently, hoping to give him a little love mark.
 
Without a word, he moves toward that bed, rumbling in his chest as her lips fasten to his collarbone. She has just enough time to leave the red mark on his skin before he reaches the bed with her, lowering her to that soft mattress, his hands trailing their way down her body as he leans over her.

"Mm, a fine idea... you should turn around, wife." He grins.
 
She drops down onto the bed, quickly rolling over onto her stomach. She moves up onto her hands and knees, not even bothering to remove the dress that's already hiked up around her waist. She dips her back and sticks her butt up at him, wiggling at him seductively. "Are you gonna be nice?" she coos, knowing that because she asked he probably won't be. But she doesn't mind -- or so she thinks, anyway.
 
He watches as she rises onto hands and knees, already rising to his own knees behind her. He seems quite ready to adopt the usual position - that rigid cock between her thighs - when she glances back at him with this playful query. A mischievous grin rises on his lips, a single hand falling to that stiff cock to guide it, of all places, to that perfect backside before him, pressing its tip teasingly between those warm cheeks, "Nice? I'm always nice."
 
Her eyes widen when he does that, the color in her face beginning to drain. "Canute..." she says gently, trying to regain the playful smile she'd had on her face. She hoped that he was just playing with her, that he wasn't really going to do what she thought he was going to do. She lowered her butt a little, cautiously, her face telling him "no" without her speaking it. She knew that if she verbalized it, he would get angry, and that would be bad.
 
Much to her pleasure, a wide grin spreads over his face, that tip dragging its way along the snug cleft it teases, "Mm, we won't be having any sons that way, will we?"

With that, his body dips slightly, that cock rising once more between her smooth thighs, a familiar feeling by now for his young wife, as its tip presses into her eager entrance, a soft groan rising in his lips as he guides that cock upward into Elsa's body, sliding smoothly into her.
 
She feels an enormous relief as he moves away from her butt and back to her pussy. She moans softly when he pushes into her, her inner muscles welcoming him. She lifts her butt up again, her hips sliding backward, causing him to move even deeper inside of her. She secretly hopes that he's never going to try to do that again, it would make her extremely unhappy. That wasn't something she could do just to make him feel good...she just...couldn't.

But she giggles softly and rocks back and forth a little, trying to show her pleasure at this as much as she can, "You scared me for a second."
 
He bares his teeth in an animal grin, eyes alight with mischief as he rumbles, "I imagine it should have." His growl is punctuated with a deep thrust, his hands curving over that perfect ass, using it as leverage to tug her back onto that hard cock with each rocking thrust of his body.

He gasps as she pushes back into him, a single hand rising in a slap to her behind, just hard enough to sting and leave a pink print on that ass.
 
She cries out in surprise when he smacks her ass like that. She murrs right after and pushes herself back into him even harder, emphasizing how eager she is. She grabs onto the fur comforter with her hands to hold herself steady and begins to rock back and forth against him harder and faster each time. She keeps her head turned to look at him, her own lust and desire for him evident there.
 
He shoves forward to meet each enthusiastic rock of her body, driving back hard against that shaft, his own pleasure made vocal with another deep groan. The hand which moments ago left the welt along her buttocks now slides forward, his body leaning over her, that rough, callused hand cupping a single bouncing, bountiful breast, fingers curling in to give a pinch to a single sensitive nipple.
 
She giggles as she feels him lean over her like that, as if they're two feral animals mating wildly. She gasps and tightens her inner muscles on him, intentionally trying to drive him over the edge. She still feels a little off about being so into sex with him all the time. Sometimes it's like she's more into it than he is. She growls playfully at him, but her growl isn't intimidating at all whereas his could send entire batallions running. It takes only a few minutes before her orgasm is building up intensely inside of her. She whimpers and shudders, her entire body becoming sensitive.
 
And drive him over the edge she does, his body's fierce muscles tightening, straining, that cock deep within Elsa swelling and throbbing with his need. As her body begins to quiver and shudder before him, he uses those powerful thighs to thrust deeper and deeper within her, looking more and more like the feral beasts fucking in the forest she envisions. His hand upon her breast cups that soft flesh once more, squeezing, before finally his entire body quakes, erupting with his powerful orgasm, spasming within her as he releases.
 
They came at the exact same time, her body squeezing his as his body slammed into hers. She moaned uncontrollably as they came together, her mind floating into the heavens as she rode the high of her orgasm. She gasped for breath afterwards, her body slowly sinking down to the fur comforter. She flattened herself out on it for a moment, then crawling away from him so that he wasn't inside her anymore. She rolled over onto her back, still breathing heavily, and held her arms out to him. She drew him close to her, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking him straight in the eyes. She kissed him hard on the mouth, full of passion -- and even a little love.
 
He seems surprised at the show of not just lust, but affection, but certainly does not turn away from it. The hint of a smile curves the barbarian's lips upward just before that deep kiss meets, his hand slipping to her thin waist, curving over her side, head tipped to one side to press into that warm kiss.
 
She snuggles up next to him as he wraps his arm around her side. She kisses him for a few moments, enjoying the gentle warmth there. She finally pulls away and looks at him, playfulness still there in her eyes. She lays down completely and rests her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. "Today was a really good day," she murrs, almost a whisper. She felt like today should be every day for them, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be. He did, after all, want to take over her country.
 
His own glinting eyes reflect the same playfullness in Elsa's own, the hand upon her waist drifting upward, gliding lightly over the outside curve of one breast, tickling along that sensitive flesh. "Mm, it was. I knew you'd eventually grow to appreciate my..." He trails off, lips curving into a little grin.
 
She giggles as he runs his hand up her body to her breast, biting her lip gently. She rested a hand on his strong chest, tracing her fingers along his scars. She sighed again, feeling so satiated. "You're usually right," she said, still playful, glancing back up at him again with mischief in her eyes, "Only usually though. Sometimes I have to put you in your place," she was pushing him purposely, seeing what he would do.
 
He lifts an eyebrow slightly, grunting in his chest, "Put me in my place...?" He grunts again, "Wife, I am always right, so far as you're concerned. It's not your place to put your husband in place."

Though his voice drops slightly, and that eyebrow arches, she has not pushed him too far; still, his hand remains on that wonderful breast, thoroughly distracted as he fondles her.
 
"Mmmm," she murmurs, obviously not listening to him. She nuzzles her face deeper into his shoulder, her eyes closed. She begins to doze off, her breathing becoming slower and steadier. She's absolutely exhausted at the moment and doesn't want to be awake anymore. She also doesn't want to ruin the day by bickering with him. They can bicker tomorrow, it'll be a new day tomorrow. Maybe she'll even be able to bicker him into taking her roughly again. She's grown to really enjoy that.
 
And the slumber of his wife is all that is needed to convince Canute that sleep is a fantastic idea right now. His own eyes drift shut, and before long, he is snoring away beside young Elsa, a single big arm slung over her pretty body, that hand still cupping her breast even as he sleeps.
 
They slept like that for a long time without any disruptions. When she awoke she stretched her limbs and yawned, seeing him there slumbering heavily. She wriggled her way out of his grasp and sat up, stretching again. She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his lips, smiling. She rolled out of the bed and padded around the room. She went into the washroom and took a quiet bath, peeking out the door every once in awhile, seeing him still asleep. She was finally finished and dried herself off, getting dressed in one of the fur dresses Canute had given her. She hiked it up a little, but not as much as he had originally wanted her to.
 
By the time that dress clings to her and she re-enters the room, Canute has risen, his completely nude body stretching on the balcony with a yawn. He turns to face her as she returns, eyes flitting over her body with a grunt, "I told you to cut them shorter, wife. Perhaps you've forgotten?"
 
She walks over to him, a bit of a frown on her face. She looks down at the dress, already showing more than she'd like it to. It's up to about mid-thigh, her toned muscles clearly evident, her silky smooth skin there for anyone to see. "I did cut it short, Canute. A lot shorter." she brushed her hands over the fur dress slowly, still hating that she had to wear them. She much preferred the light Celtic clothing.
 
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