An Arranged Marriage (Google)

[Wendy Darling]

She was frightened. No... frightened was perhaps an understatement. She was terrified, frozen in a perpetual state of mortification for the past three days. Three horrible days at sea. It wasn't a long journey, nor was the sea very wide at all, but it felt like a perilous lifetime. She was afraid of some sudden attack on her vessel, drowning in the salty water – or was she perhaps wishing for such a fate? As the Far Land grew larger and clearer on the horizon, she began to think it would not be such a bad thing. She though morbidly of her own body, perfect in death, her white porcelain skin cold to the touch, her light blonde hair swaying in the water, her virginal body forever untouched and unstained by perversion...

The ship docked. Princess Rhea was rocked from her thoughts and back into reality. A reality which was now anxiously awaiting her arrival just past the plank of this ship.

She stood up, and wobbled slightly, which had more to do with the uncontrollable nervous shaking of her knees than the soft sway of the ship on the water. Her handmaiden clutched her arm gently, fixed her hair, smoothed her gown, and gave Rhea a sweet smile which the princess did not return. She had her sad, green eyes closed as she was lead to the exit, flanked by her royal company, who had not brought the bright livery they normally would have, for fear it would offend their proud hosts.

Rhea walked onto the dock, and the wood was hard and uncomfortable beneath her small slippered feet. Her fingers and neck were bare, she wore no jewelry, having been told the people would not like it. The breeze whipped her dress around her, a simple but beautiful garment of fine grey-green silk, showing off her feminine form; she was barely seventeen, girlish still but all the womanly potential was there. Her father hadn't been sure if her betrothed would appreciate her petite stature and breasts, but with no other daughters to offer, Rhea had to do. She had been schooled about the culture she was about to be immersed in, and even that brief lesson had been enough to make her feel dizzy.

Only when they had reached the shore did Rhea open her eyes. Blinded by the sunlight, she lifted her hand to shade her eyes, and she saw him for the first time. Her would-be husband. He was every bit as intimidating as she'd imagined him to be. With one deep breath, she lowered her hand, and approached him. Her company stayed behind, and Rhea felt utterly alone as she stepped toward the man, painfully aware of every single eye absolutely focused on her. When she reached him she did not dare look him in the eye. Instead, Rhea knelt before him, her lovely head bowed in supplication and total submission. “My Lord, thank you for this reception,” her small voice shook, and her attempt at their language was amateur at best, but she hoped it would do for now.

 

[DomG]

They thought he and his people were nothing more then barbarian savages, they thought his people nothing more then a loosely knit tribe with no true sense of loyalty to a higher power, no real structure to their leadership, and of course worshipers of savage jobs. Konrad knew better of course, he ruled them, he led them, he inspired them to greater things then they had ever considered themselves capable of before hand. The people of Cthonia never suffered a leader who wasn't powerful, only a man who was capable of defeating any and all challengers was able to assume the throne and even then they had to work to hold onto it.

Konrad wasn't just strong though, he was also quite clever, cunning in the most brutal of fashions. If he wanted something then he would take it, either through force of arms or through careful political maneuvering. The fact that most tended to underestimate him because he was nothing more then a simple barbarian in their eyes made that quite a bit simpler and it was because of that it was all the easier to get what he wanted. Take where he was right now, he people had the power to threaten nearly any other kingdom they laid eyes upon but if they did then they would be set upon by other kingdoms... he was ambitious though and if he wanted to lead his people to conquer more he needed to cement a relationship with one of the larger kingdoms there were.

And of course the fastest way to get that done was a marriage, as it so happened he had heard about a lovely young thing that a nearby king had managed to produce, apparently she had two brothers but both of them were reportedly quite weak... and through marriage to the daughter and holding the threat of a possible competitive heir to the throne would likely keep them from doing anything rash and... well he would soon have the princess all to himself and even if she proved to be a homely thing her family would no doubt live in fear of what he might do to her should he be angered.

She was supposed to have arrived two days before but apparently the weather had turned against them and now Konrad was at the docks awaiting her arrival. Even though most of them men he brought with him were quite tall he still stood a few inches above them, a towering six foot six inches tall and apparently cared from stone from the appearance of the hard muscles covering his body. His skin was a dark bronze, months and years spent under the sun having tanned him quite well and his pale green eyes stood out quite prominently, highlighted by his dark hair which he made sure was cut short so that no one could grab it in the heat of battle. At the moment he was dressed simply, wearing only leather britches with a short sword strapped to his thigh, making it quite easy to draw if he needed too though he doubted he would ever have too, at least not today.

As the boat she was on docked and dropped its plank he smirked a little bit, it was time to meet his bride to be and if one thing most people believed was true about Cthonian's (that was true) was that a Cthonia would never buy a horse until they had ridden it.

The smirk only grew larger when one of the women there bowed before him, the loveliest of them all, a pretty young thing... his bride to be. “Your accent is terrible and your pronunciation requires quite a bit of work.” He grunted in her native tongue, spoken with a heavy accent but otherwise it was flawless. “Now get up so I can have a better look at you and warn those men with the blades that if they keep looking at me with distaste my sworn men will be removing body parts they are quite fond of.”

 

[Wendy Darling]

He was... enormous. Rhea felt herself tremble just looking at him. She could not stop her eyes from traveling over his chiseled form. In Freyne, the only men who walked around so bare were the slaves - here, even the women were partially naked. Never would a man of noble blood be seen in public without full, fine dress where she came from. Of course, Rhea had never seen the nude form of any man. When she had secretly watched two men sparring, shirtless, in the palace sport yard, her father had punished her severely, calling her indecent. Even now, looking upon her future husband's body, Rhea felt a tingling in her cheek, as though the flesh was still bruised from her father's stiff palm.

His critique of her diction made her cringe - she had always done well with languages, having been given the simple universal education given to all noble females in her kingdom, but Cthonian was particularly difficult to pick up, and she had never seen a particular reason to try very hard. Until a few weeks ago, that is, when she had been rudely informed that she was going to become a Cthonian queen of sorts. Now, of course, Rhea desperately wished that she had put more effort into learning the rough language. Konrad was absolutely fluent in her own tongue, and it made her feel a fool.

"I am sorry," she said as she stood up, and she immediately gestured for her guards to obey. With no desire to offend Konrad and be mutilated in whatever horrific fashion, the men attempted to neutralize their expressions. Rhea could not blame them - they were most likely eager for the pleasantries (could one call any of this 'pleasant'?) to be over, so they could board the ship and return to Freyne as quickly as possible, never looking back at this strange place or the princess they had abandoned there. She herself thought she would give anything to go with them; especially now, when she turned back to her husband-to-be, and became more aware of his enormity than ever. He was at least a foot taller than her. His hands were large, his muscles hard and defined. This was a man who had clearly spent his whole life training his body to be the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. The mere thought of their wedding night, a deflowering by this massive man, made a fearful shiver travel down Rhea's spine, despite the fact that it was very warm and humid on the beach...

Rhea lifted her chin and looked into Konrad's eyes for the first time. To her surprise, they were a pretty shade of green, not unlike her own. She quickly looked down again. "I apologize for our tardiness," her voice was a bit steadier now, "An unfortunate storm delayed our arrival. I offer my sincerest regrets. If you would allow me..."

Rhea turned and waved, and several beautiful mares, were led from the ship. They huffed and snorted as they trod onto the unfamiliar, sandy terrain, escorted by their handlers. They were just one part of her considerable dowry. "It is customary in my land for the bride to give her husband something that is precious to her..." She took the reigns of a stunning silver-haired horse and stroked its cheek soothingly. Somehow, being near the animal helped to calm her own pounding, aching heart. "Wren is my favorite horse, a prize mare," she looked at Konrad again, her gaze more tender than before, as she handed him the reigns, "she is yours now." Her fingers brushed against his warm hand and lingered, just a moment.

 

[DomG]

The way she cringed at his remarks, practically gentle though they were, made the men at his side chuckle and brought a larger smirk to Konrad's lips, this one was as timid as a rabit which would be a nice change of pace from the women already around here. Many of them were quite bold and sharp tongued, if they wanted to fight you then one had best be careful lest you wanted to lose an eye or have to be stitched up a bit when you were satisfied. This girl though, though Konrad doubted she would be all that happy she would be his without much of a struggle on her end, at least not a very effective one and the change of pace would really be nice for him.

He let the laughter go on for a few moments before silencing them with a glance. “Do any of you speak her tongue better then she speaks outs?” He asked in a clipped grunt, not wanting them to get to full of themselves, a bit of amusement at her sake was acceptable though and would also help her to understand her place a little faster. Women weren't any less in this society but they had to earn respect the same way that any man did, true she would soon be his wife but that alone wouldn't earn her any special status there.

“Your tardiness is hardly your fault, the seas are calm, the seas are rough, these things happen and they are outside of the control of even the strongest of men.” He reflected, glad to see that the men who had been brought with her were relaxing, clearly not dumb enough to start a fight with the man who would soon be mounting their princess. For a moment he had to wonder if any of these men had admired her from afar, had lusted after her, fantasized about her, dreaming of a chance to sneak into her cabin so that they might taste the forbidden fruit that was her body. Of course if she was anything less then pure and innocent then it would mean war between him and her home, or more likely a half dozen daughters from noble families to serve in his harem in place of the princess that he was being denied.

As the horses were brought forward he was impressed though, to the Cthonians horses were exceptionally prized, though they were no longer the loosely knit tribes of nomads they had once been the traditions remained and a man with a handsome horse was a man of status amongst the people. Though his own stables were impressive a little bit of diversity would go a long way toward increasing the value of his herd. “An impressive animal no doubt.” He acknowledged, keeping his voice as level as he could though it were clear that he was impressed. “One that any man would be proud to own, though that is hardly the only thing you value that I will soon be given.”

As he spoke he moved closer to her, his people had their traditions and so did his. Reaching out he moved the hand that she had been brushing against and grasped her chin, holding her head in place as he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “I am sure that you have studies my people extensively princess but I wonder if you have read about what will be expected of you upon the night of our wedding, I wonder if you feel you are ready for it...”

 

[Wendy Darling]

The men's laughter at her expense stung, even when Konrad seemingly commanded them to stop. She had never been made a fool of in public, never been humiliated, only respected and adored. At home her father was a popular King, and she, a beautiful and admired princess. She had never had to tell anyone who she was, or earn anyone's respect; it had always come instantly because of her name. Clearly, none of that mattered here. Rhea glanced around at the people and recognized that she'd be forced to earn their love, and she was so very different from them that she had to wonder if that was a possible task.

Wren huffed at her side and Rhea gently patted her flank, comforting the animal without thinking about it. Relief washed over her when Konrad approved of the horses, and she nodded to the handlers to take Wren back. Her lips twitched in the slightest semblance of her sweet smile, something which hadn't been seen on her face in weeks. Konrad spoke again, and it was gone as quickly as it had come. As he moved closer, towered over her, Rhea looked up at him, feeling every bit like some fearful, shaking prey cornered by a hungry predator. He grabbed her face and she nearly gulped.

She was surprised when he kissed her - it was more like a mockery of the act - she wished he wouldn't, and especially not in front of everyone! Rhea blushed. A kiss was an expression of romantic love, it was meant for privacy, something to be shared between only two people, not an entire tribe. Something sweet, a gift from one person to another, a token of affection; public displays of such affection were forbidden and indecent in Freyne, even between the King and Queen. Modesty was important and Rhea had only had seen couples holding hands or hugging in the streets. She knew that the Cthonians would be amused at her embarrassment and it only made her feel worse...

Of course she knew what was 'expected' of her. Sheltered though she was, Rhea had been instructed on the act of physical love, insofar that she'd been showed very crude pictures by her mother and told that it would not be pleasant but it was something she had to do willingly for her husband. There were rules - kissing must only take place on the mouth, a woman or man shall not lay hands on themselves for pleasure, procreation and not pleasure must be the goal most of the time - but Rhea doubted the Cthonians had many regulations. She was often curious about things, but Rhea could not feel curious enough about this to want to experience it. She had no desire for it. Pain, blood... these were only the inevitable discomforts, without knowing Konrad's true temperament she could have no idea how he might treat her, but his size alone (she had to assume that every part of him was big, and even just thinking about that made her feel naughty) scared her enough. He could easily break her in half if he wasn't careful.

"I..." Rhea's mouth felt dry. "I know what is expected of me." If this conversation had to happen at all, she wished that it was in private. She presumed that most did not understand her native tongue as well as Konrad did, but speaking of their wedding night in public still felt wrong. "Of course I am ready for anything that you would require of me, my lord," she said softly, though wasn't really ready at all, and he probably knew this. "I w-will be happy to honor and please you in every way that I can, as your wife."

 

[DomG]

He wasn't surprised to see her blush, in fact the sight of it pleased him. The taboos that her culture placed on sexual relationships didn't exist among the Cthonian people. They gods they worshiped were very different from her own and perhaps that was where the difference came from. His people always felt that the gods had given them their bodies, had made them fit together in a wide variety of different ways that brought an even greater variety of pleasures to those who participated, to deny the gifts of the gods was like an insult to them and when two people used what they had been given to the fullest was it any different from a prayer offered to the same gods?

IT amused him to think that they called him and his kind the savages when they denied what they had been given by the gods. “No I really don't think you know what you are in for.” He grunted, keeping an eye on her and another eye on her escorts to see how they would react. As he spoke to her he moved a little bit, his lips right next to her ear though he had to half crouch to bring himself down so that he could do it. “You might have been warned, you might have been told about the pleasures or the pains that await you at my hands but what they told you of stands no chance of comparing to the truth of what I have in store for you... tonight we will be joined in the way that the gods intended and come the morning, in the sight of all who would look to see it I will place my collar around your neck.”

As he whispered in her ear his hands moved up to her shoulders and then slowly down her arms, with gentle but unyielding force pulling her closer against her body so that she might feel just how much he desired her at that moment. “Dismiss those who you brought with you.” He ordered her suddenly, taking a quick step back from her. True it was his right as her husband to be to take her right then and there in the street if he wanted too, in fact the people might think all the more of him because of it. However he wanted to keep her all to himself for now, to have her virginal body be first seen undressed by his eyes, to have all the little moans and whimpers she might make kept for himself. “It is time for us to return to my palace, my desire for you mounts with every moment and my patience shrinks as it grows...” Without another word he took her by the arm and began to drag her toward his home.

 

[Wendy Darling]

His words confused and frightened her. Never had Rhea even dared to dream that she would be a revered queen, as her mother was. But she had thought that she would be a true wife to this man, more than his exotic consort...how could she be anything more when he promised to chain her like a common slave? She hoped that it was merely a figure of speech. The actual idea of such a thing was revolting.

Rhea gasped when Konrad touched her arms and pulled her to him. She felt close to tears now, again. His body was a block of hard muscle, his skin hot where she could feel it against her own, which was somewhat electrifying and made her nipples harden, though it was barely evident under her loose gown. The evidence of his arousal pressed into her stomach; she had to bite her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She thought of praying to the gods, but they hadn't helped her thus far, so why would they now?

Too terrified to do anything but obey, and without looking back at her servants, Rhea called, "L-leave." The men were happy to return to the ship, leaving the horses and the rest of her dowry (including an impressive amount of gold and rare precious stones) on the shore. She thought sadly of her maidens leaving, and hoped that perhaps they wouldn't set sail until tomorrow... The princess had so hoped to keep one of them with her. Having a companion who understood her and would never humiliate her, a true friend, would be a precious commodity here at her new home. Someone to talk to, someone to stroke her back and brush her hair... simple comforts. Rhea knew already she would receive none of these things from any of the Cthonian women. She was rather afraid of them.

Konrad's hands were so big that he could close one all the way around her arm. As she was forced to follow him, stumbling at first and then catching her pace, Rhea shook her head again. "But..." No, this was not going the way she had envisioned at all. Rhea had thought, surely, she would have a day or two to adjust, and then they would be married, and then she would face the marriage bed. "My lord, I thought we would be married, first," her voice was slightly high-pitched with panic. This could become and absolute disaster. What if she could not please him? What if he took her virginity - the only thing that she, as a female, had ever possessed of any value - and decided afterward that he no longer wanted her? What then? She would be ruined for all other men, useless, and stranded. Death was once again becoming a more attractive option.

"Please," she tried in his native tongue, desperate. By the time they reached the palace she was crying silently, out of sheer frustration.

 

[DomG]

He should have known that she wouldn't understand what he meant about the collar, there weren't any married women in the area for her to see as an example of what he meant about a collar. In Cthonia the idea of a wedding ring or an arm band wasn't how a woman showed that she was married like it was done in the home land of his soon to be bride and many others. Instead a much more prominent symbol was used and something that would be much harder to remove, a collar of precious metal locked into place around the neck. It was something that couldn't be hidden, something that could not be removed by a woman who was looking to have a fling with another man. Konrad would admit that it lacked the elegance of other symbolic signs of ownership but he liked how simple it was, how it conveyed to anyone who saw it that the one who wore it was very much off limits.

He looked down at her, a little surprised that she had found the voice to object even slightly to the fact that he intended to have her before they were married but more then just shock showed through his face, there was amusement there as well. Did she really think that she had a single bit of influence upon how this would happen. Konrad was more then a King, he was the absolute authority of his people, whatever he desired he would have in a single instant, should he want to strip her naked in the street and have her there on the ground like a wild animal she would not be able to do a single thing to stop it, his men would close up around them, forming ranks and facing outward so that no one would lay a single eye upon the naked form of his bride to be. Of course maybe his people should see her, maybe this girl needed to be taught a bit of humility before she carried on with her spoiled princess act and got under his skin with it.

“Why would I wait for something as simple as a marriage to be complete before I discover the hidden pleasures of your body?” He asked with a chuckle as he continued to drag her through the streets, people quickly clearing a path for him and several of them shouting his name in the hopes of gaining the attention and favor of the king. They were all ignored though, on any other day he might deign to notice a few of them and perhaps listen to whatever they had to say but at that moment he had something more important that he needed to do. “Do you assume that I am some dishonorable brigand who would force himself upon you, rob you of your innocence and then cast you away?” Several of his guards who understood the basics of the language chuckled at the thought.

“Honestly princess I am insulted.” He hissed as he stopped moving and pulled her close to him again, anger flashing in his eyes along with the amusement. “But I will show you a bit of mercy, in Cthonia a woman has the right to deny her husband the use of her body but only if she has strength to keep him from taking what he wants.” Reaching out for her he grasped the front of her dress and pulled it down rather sharply, tearing it from her body and raising it to his face where he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent which was so much more delicate then the woman of Cthonia which was to be expected.

“If you don't want to have you all for myself I would suggest you stop whinging like a child and do something about it.” He mocked her, if she was going to speak his language then so would he. “Now either fight or continue to follow me like a good little girl.” The sight of her body, though young and girlish was inflaming his passions, awaking more desire with him then he had known for quite some time and he was eager to get her into his chambers and onto his bed where she belonged.

 

[Wendy Darling]

Being dragged through the streets, for everyone to see, was embarrassing. Rhea was blushing brightly and avoiding every man and woman's face, instead staring at the ground, at the heels of Konrad's feet as they rushed in long strides toward the palace, which was growing closer by the minute. Each moment that passed would be one of her last as a girl. She would soon be a woman, wedded and bedded, though unfortunately not in that order.

"My Lord, I did not intend to imply... I simply..." She was at a loss for words. His declaration of honest intent was of only small comfort to her. She did not know him. All she knew was that Konrad was an ultimate authority and enough power to scare her father into giving his only daughter to him. How could she believe him? By all rights, she should not...and yet, she rather did. There was something in his eyes, those green eyes, that made her believe that he really would keep her even after he'd deflowered her. Of course, wasn't that option just as frightening as the other? She began to think that it was not. This way of doing it, thought appalling to her, she would still have a husband to protect her, and, presumably, she would stay with him in his home. If she could please him tonight - though she had little idea of how to do that - perhaps she would even gain his favor...perhaps, they could even learn to like, or love...

Knocked from her childish delusions, Rhea gaped at him. Surely he was not serious? The mere idea of a her being able to stop a man of Konrad's size and power was ludicrous. Without much effort he could break her arm, or toss her into a wall, or wrap one of those strong hands around her neck... And what could she do? She had never had reason to defend herself in Freyne; the palace guards were there to protect them at all hours. She could ball her small hand into a fist and punch him with all of her might and he would most likely laugh heartily at her, not hurt at all. She was no Cthonian woman born and bred to be as strong and cunning as a man.

When he ripped her gown, Rhea gasped, her arms and hands immediately moving to cover herself. She had never been more humiliated - exposed in front of her betrothed for the first time. Her skin was pale, and smooth, and her body was soft, gentle, curved in the right places, though it would take a few more years or a child for her to grow into those curves properly. With one arm she quickly covered her breasts, horrified, while her other hand went over her mound, trying to hide the bare V-shaped area from him. No longer was it covered with dark blonde hair; the night prior she had been shaved by her eldest handmaiden. It was a centuries-old Freynen tradition. The idea was that nothing should separate a husband from what had now become his - and there was some outdated theory that, if kept up, it would aid in conception. Despite that being scandalously disproved years ago, the uncomfortable tradition remained one that all brides to be had to take part in.

"I understand," Rhea said softly. Really, she had been too distracted and terrified by her own nudity to try to translate most of what he was saying to her. The flush on her cheeks and neck felt like flames beneath her skin. She stared pleadingly at him, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. "I understand, my lord, please, may I just have my dress back until we reach your chambers," she begged. "I won't fight." As if she even could. "Forgive me..."

 

[DomG]

As her naked body was revealed to him he couldn't help but grin as his eyes moved over every inch of her, her body was still clearly developing but it was lovely none the less and his desire for her was undeniable, clear even though his pants as he practically devoured her with his eyes. Everything about her seemed to stoke his desire to new levels, even the way that her body was bare between her legs, it wasn't unheard of for Cthonian women to trim the hair short but to see it entirely uncovered by hair was something that he had never encountered in a woman of her age. He liked it though and would make sure that she kept it that way from that point on.

He knew that his guards were also looking at her and knew that they no doubt felt desires of their own. Looking away from his bride to be he glared at the assembled guards and they all quickly averted their gaze, for them to see her wasn't much of a big deal but now they wouldn't see her anymore, it was his and until he had enjoyed her body no one else would be allowed to see her unclothed, in the future though there would be ample chance for them to see it, he would have her whenever he desired, in public if the urge happened to strike him.

Reaching out for her he lightly cupped her breasts with a grin, leaning in to brush his lips over her cheek. “You know if you did fight me things might work better for you.” He told her with a nasty chuckle. “My people respect strength, if there is something you want you take it and if you have the strength to claim it then it is yours.” Something other people thought made his people more barbaric but he felt there was an honest bit of simplicity in that, if you desired a mans wife then you had to take her from him and of course that involved getting rid of him, if a woman desired something then taking it was simple as well. There was no theft, or at least not theft through sneaking around and taking in the dark, it had to be open, the challenge for ownership public, strength was respected and just meekly asking for something was considered the pinnacle of weakness.

Without another word he sized her arm again, the dress was well within her reach but he doubted that she would have the courage to try to grab it from him and if she did then he might just let her have it to reward the boldness that it took to even try something like that. “Come, my chambers aren't far from here and I don't want to have to wait any longer till I have you.” He growled as he proceeded to drag her, the walls of his palace visible now as they drew ever closer to it.

(sorry this took so long)

 

[Wendy Darling]

When he cupped her breasts, she gasped. His palms felt rough on her skin. She was shaking again, aware that touches there were meant to be erotic, but she felt no spark. It was his mouth against her cheek that felt more intimate to her. Still Rhea just shook her head, her eyes downcast once more. She bit her bottom lip and said not a word as he began to drag her once more. She would struggle no longer, whether he wanted that or not. Why should she fight an impossible battle, why should she risk further humiliation - for his amusement? She thought not. Self-preservation took hold. It was easier to be docile, the princess thought she had made a mistake in even trying to reason with him. He was a barbarian, after all.

When they at last reached the palace she felt sick with both relief and fear. Here, at least, they would be alone, or so she desperately hoped. There would be no witnesses to her undignified deflowering, but also no one to help her. It was not as if it would matter anyway. Even if she screamed for him to stop, nobody would deny their ruler what he was taking. She felt utterly alone - this was not how she had wanted to remember her wedding night. This was not a man she wanted to marry. The tender love-making of her secret, guilty adolescent dreams were just that - girlish fantasies. She would find none of that in his chambers. Rhea looked upon their marriage bed (no, she reminded herself bitterly, they weren't even properly wedded yet) and blinked away her tears, took a deep calming breath, resigned that these would be her last few moments as a pure, untainted child of the Gods. Her last moments as an innocent girl.

Rhea lingered close to him, the heat of his large, bronzed body warming her pale skin, his palm like fire on her upper arm, that hand big enough to wrap around her entire arm with ease. He didn't smell clean and proper like the men of her home; instead, he was sweat and earth and natural musk. The air in the room felt impossibly warm, but she shivered due to her nudity and sheer anxiety. This was it. Rhea looked up at him. She remembered what her father had told her - it was up to her to keep Konrad happy. Her kingdom's peace was relative to his pleasure. Rhea could not put her people in crisis simply because she was frightened and uneasy. Konrad intended to marry her. Surely he would not harm her too badly. Perhaps...perhaps...she didn't need to be so scared of him, necessarily...

Though she continued to be painfully aware of and embarrassed by her nakedness, Rhea did not move away from him. Instead, she turned toward him, looking upon his strong body and trying to feel aroused by it. She looked up into his eyes, a gulped nervously. She had never been so forward in her life, as she leaned up, as far as she could, to kiss him softly on the jaw, then on the mouth. His lips were warm as the rest of him. She pulled back. "My Lord," was all she whispered.

 

[DomG]

The palace was just a few more moments away from where they had been when he had brushed his lips over her and he had moved quite quickly, pulling her along with him through the massive gates which closed behind them. As soon as they were through the gates the guards peeled away from them, outside of the wall they more or less existed only for show in order to scare away any foreign assassin that might attempt to do him harm, his own people knew of his prowess and had seen more then one challenger who wanted to claim his throne fall beneath the blade of their king. Now he and his naked bride to be were alone and this felt more proper to him, the other around didn't bother him but he wanted her all to himself.

Now a single word was said as he led her up into the palace toward his chamber, different servants and more then a few of his former concubines who had been dismissed upon the arrival of Rhea, though most of them had attached themselves to the men around the palace, some of them in the hopes that they would be able to rejoin the king should the to be queen fail to please him properly. He would need to do something to chase them off, it was improper to leave them around so early in his relationship... perhaps after several years he would have them return... but for the time being there would be gone.

These thoughts were banished as they entered his bed chamber, a massive place with walls covered in the skins of animals that he had hunted himself and different weapons and trophies that demonstrated his success as a warrior, something that was entirely normal in the culture where power was all that mattered and if people didn't understand how powerful you are then you would never have their respect. The room was dominated in the center by the bed, a large feather mattress covered in more pelts.

Once in the room he released her, allowing her to move away if she liked but instead he was surprised by the kiss that she had given him. “My lady.” He murmured back to her, aware of how things normally went in her home land and willing to at least give her a little bit of what she might have expected, though there would be a great deal that she didn't expect coming. Tossing aside her dress he quickly shed his boots by kicking them off into a corner, his pants soon following after he undid his belt until he stood before her, as naked as she was with his powerful body entirely on display for her.

“Don't fear me.” He said with a small smile as he reached out to brush his fingers over the side of her face. Moving closer to her he pressed his body against hers. “Your people think ours backwards, I believe that tonight I will be dispelling some of those fears.” Things she had never imagined, she would experience them.

 

[Wendy Darling]

Watching as he removed his own shoes and clothes, Rhea flushed. She had never looked upon any man naked before. His size was consistent through all parts of him, she learned as her eyes glanced quickly up and down his muscular body. She looked away, but she felt hot, and her pulse began to thrum faster beneath her skin, goosebumps pebbling her skin that made the hairs on the back of her neck and arms standing up. It was a strange feeling, like the one she'd gotten when she watched those two men sparring, the straining muscles of their stomachs and arms glistening with sweat, and their strong legs moving in a kind of dance around one another...

Rhea's lips twitched into a ghost of tiny smile, slightly comforted by his words. But it would take more than a few words to dispel all of her fears. Kind thought they were meant to be, they could not change the situation, which would remain less than ideal. Konrad was handsome, in his way, but his stature remained intimidating, as did his general demeanor. Her body still felt tight with anticipation, though the brush of his fingertips on her blushing cheek was surprisingly gentle. Rhea leaned into the touch slightly. Her eyes were red-rimmed but she was no longer crying, having calmed herself enough to stop.

What would come next, was complicated. Rhea felt lost at sea. She knew what must happen - the thought of him penetrating her was nearly enough to make her wince, but she knew of it, and how it was done. Everything before, and everything after, was a mystery to her. She knew nothing of pleasing a man, let alone one like Konrad, an immense leader and ruler of thousands. His expectations of his new bride would likely be high. However, he knew she was a virgin, lacking any experience. She wondered how many women he'd had in his life. Many, surely. For some reason, the idea was sour to her. These were things she had not thought of. Would he be faithful to her? Or would he take others into their bed, when he pleased? It was obvious that he owned her, and Rhea could not expect it to be mutual, nor to have any say over his actions. Konrad could have any woman he wanted, and they ran around so scantily clothed...

Her lips parted in a gasp at the press of his powerful body against her own small frame. She felt her skin tingle in manner that wasn't altogether unpleasant. Her nipples were hard against his skin, and she wanted to pull away from him, but didn't. Unsure of what to do, she placed her hands on his chest, her white skin contrasting against his tanned. "I...do not fear you," she lied, quietly. "I am to be your wife. I should fear nothing from my you, so long as I honor and obey you, which I intend to." She paused. "I am only nervous," she admitted. His body, hot and hard, against hers was making her feel oddly dizzy. Rhea kissed him again, still soft and sweet, as everything she did, but longer this time. "I will...do anything to please you, my lord," she said, looking him in the eye. "I shall refuse you nothing." She knew that she had to say it, she only hoped he would go easy on her.

 

[DomG]

He chuckled a little bit, feeling her hardened nipples against his chest, his own large and throbbing erection pressing against her as he held her in place, left hand down on her lower back and slightly sliding to squeeze her ass, feeling the small but firm globe beneath his ass, fitting perfectly into his palm, he was almost sure that he could wrap a hand around her entire thigh and just hold her with ease. As she kissed him he pressed back against her, his mouth opening ever so slightly and running his tongue across her lips but not yet pushing into her mouth just yet, the aggressive desire he was feeling would likely be enough to scare her right now and he wanted her at ease for the time being.

“You are lying.” He half growled and half laughed at her as he moved his head to lightly bite the side of her neck, a teasing nip that left hardly a mark upon her. “You are afraid of me... but you will do anything to please me and I promise you that you will enjoy every single moment of it, you will come to enjoy submission to my desires, the world works best when the strong take what they want and now I will be able to have you whenever I like, how ever I like.” Again he bit on the side of her neck, this time quite a bit harder leaving the imprint of teeth behind and likely to leave a bruise before his strong arms forced her to turn so that her back was against his chest, the hand that had been on her lower back and ass now splayed across her stomach while his other hand took time to cup and measure both of her breasts.

His hand on her stomach though slowly moved down, sliding over her womanly slit, a single finger tracing back and forth over it from top to bottom as he teased her, grinding his hard cock against her back. “You are still young, our child will help your body grow out a little bit.” He grunted as he pinched a nipple lightly. “Your breasts will fill out a bit... my family is very virile and you will no doubt give me many strong sons.” He wanted to have her pregnant as soon as possible to solidify any claim he might have on her families lands.

“DO you like that thought Rhea?” He asked with a smile as the finger teasing her cunt began to work further up into her slit, slowly taking time to stretch her. “My seed filling your womb, your body growing as our son grows larger?”

 

[Wendy Darling]

She could not help but gasp in some pain when he bit her neck, hard enough to bruise; she did not like it, despite what he said. With no idea of what to expect from him she could only anticipate the worst: a rough night, which wouldn't end until every one of his needs was completely satisfied, resulting in a sore morning. She wondered when they would be wed, how many nights of that nature she would have to endure until she was officially his wife and at least had that thought to comfort her.

But his hands on her breasts, and between her legs, were teasing, soft, not at all what she might've presumed it would be like. Rhea keened softly, without meaning to, and felt her hips stutter slightly against his hand, her body's natural reaction to the gentle motion of his finger. Of course, nobody had ever touched her there before, not that way. She had never even touched herself in such a manner, for it was strictly forbidden. There had been a few nights, filled with dreams simultaneously vivid and hazy, where she'd woken up sweaty, a dampness between her legs like she was getting now, but nothing had ever been done about it until this moment.

“Oh...” she said softly. “Konrad...” Rhea felt his own hard, aroused member pressing into her back and tried not to think about it too much. It seemed impossibly big to her. He seemed impossibly big, dwarfing her, and she felt so utterly fragile now, in his arms, helpless to the exquisite pleasures he was providing her for the first time in her life. Still, because of her upbringing, it felt strange, wrong; even for a man and wife to touch each other, like this, for the purpose of arousal was taboo. But she much preferred it to being tossed on the bed and mounted like an animal.

“Y-yes,” she whispered shakily. A soft, whimpering moan escaped her as his finger entered her, stroking inside the most intimate, sacred part of her. He did not hurt her; to her surprise, it felt good. “Of course I will.... ah...” She moaned again, helpless, and leaned back against his solid torso. The back of her head fell against his chest and her eyes fluttered closed. “I will bare you many sons,” she was breathless. Rhea had no doubt of it in her own mind – it was not difficult for her to imagine herself at Konrad's side, her belly heavy and rounded, big with his child, her hips widened, her breasts fuller. It was her single most important function as a woman. He indeed was clearly virile, and she was young and (Gods be willing) fertile, her body blossomed and ready to bring an heir into the world. She had an idea of what to expect, but knew nothing in the ways of the Cthonian women, who were probably much different in their approaches to pregnancy and child-rearing. She supposed she would find out in the coming months.

 

[DomG]

He was careful with the movements of his fingers, knowing she was a virgin and while it was known that it was possible for a woman to loose their maiden head without the aide of a man he didn't want to risk his finger ruining that delightful pleasure for him, the knowledge that his cock would tear away the physical evidence of her innocence, something that could never be regained and never truly be hidden from anyone else she might end up with should she flee from him successfully. Not that she would run, she wouldn't want to after tonight. Cthonian's might be rough and demanding in the bedchamber but they were also far from selfish, a Cthonian man who couldn't please a woman was seen as second only to the man who couldn't hold a blade and strike down their foe.

Slowly as his finger worked in and out of her he listened to what she had to say, looking down at her
as she leaned her head back, meeting her eyes with his own, wild and clear lust shining undisguised in those eyes before he withdrew that same finger, slowly tracing it up over her body to leave the gathered moisture behind as it moved up between her breasts and lightly pressed against her lips, inviting her to taste her own arousal while he wondered if she had ever done that for herself, if she had spent long nights awake with a hand buried between her thighs as she imagined what her first time would be like.

“Children will come, and they will come soon enough, but tonight is about the pleasures of the flesh, its about me showing you what you are capable of experiencing.” He knew about the thoughts of her people, the way they viewed sex as only for procreation, women of negotiable affection apparently could be jailed and even put to death in certain circumstances when in these lands Konrad had enjoyed his own harem just days ago and was only dismissing them to help put his wife to be at ease, should she have been a Cthonian woman he wouldn't have bothered, she would have been above those women but accepted the fact that her king had needs so great that satisfying him would never be realistically possible by himself. He wondered how long Rhea would try to handle his never ending needs by herself before he would suggest she have a little bit of help with that.

With a hand on the back of her head and the other hand that had been exploring her breasts moving to her waist Konrad pushed his bride to be forward, bending her over and holding her in place. “Don't move.” He warned her as he ground against her one more time before kneeling down behind her, a quick slap between her legs forcing them wide before he pressed his head towards her cunt, taking a moment to inhale the scent of her musk before slowly pushing his tongue deep inside of her, tasting her in a way that he was sure would never happen in her lands.

 

[Wendy Darling]

"Oh, oh, oh..." Rhea continued to quietly moan with pleasure as he moved his finger slowly inside her. She hissed as the fingers were removed, and shivered as he trailed it, wet, up her body, and pushed it against her lips. Her mouth opened on instinct, and she grimaced slightly as she tasted herself on his finger, the very essence of her body rich and strong on her tongue. The sheer indecency of the act made her blush brightly. She had no idea that people took part in such things, and wondered what other strange and immoral practices he may be introducing her to later...

Then she felt his hand on the back of her neck, the other applying pressure to her waist, pushing her forward so that she was bent over in a most vulnerable way. She trembled, feeling uncomfortable exposed to him, her rear in the air and her wet cunt totally bared to him. This was it. She felt herself tense up, her insides tighten and the arousal that had been growing within her began to quickly evaporate to be replaced once more with fear. Rhea closed her eyes and shuddered, with a whimper, expecting any moment her maidenhead to be torn by his cock, so much larger and more rigid than any finger...

Her eyes flew open when she felt him kneel behind her and... In her most undignified fantasies, Rhea had never - could never - have imagined this. The idea of a man putting his mouth there, it would have made any of her people shudder with disgust, it was imply unclean, and unsafe, even...she herself was not so sure, but she wouldn't have protested him anyway, even if it didn't feel... It felt so good, it did, better than his finger. His tongue penetrated her, licking at her delicate womanhood, and she had to brace her hands on the wall to keep herself upright. "Oh Gods..." Never had the holy name been used in such a way from her. Her hands found purchase on the rich pelt of some beast hanging on the wall and she gripped the fur in her hands, breathing hard as she rocked her hips back against him unconsciously.

(Sorry this is so short, and hopefully I will not be as sporadic now that I am settled at uni, thanks for your patience)

 

[DomG]

With her moans and whispers combined with the way her hips had been moving against him as a sign of her intense pleasure Konrad only redoubled his efforts as his tongue assaulted her sweet little cunt, the taste of her body driving him to want her all the further to the point that his arousal was now painful. With her braced in the manner she was he moved his hands from her hips, one of them quickly slapping her ass to get a reaction from her and no reason more while the other hand reached down beneath her, lightly stroking her now exposed and swollen clit. As he did this he chuckled a little bit against her folds before he moved his mouth up, the hand that had slapped her ass pulling it open before his tongue flicked out and teased over the puckered hole. He enjoyed what he was doing to her, using his tongue as a hint of the violation and pleasure that she would enjoy at his touch when he properly got a hold of her.

Then slowly he pulled back away from her, still close enough that his hot breath would still be moving over her most intimate parts, inhaling deeply he took in her scent as though he were a wild animal sizing up a potential mate, and at that moment that was almost what he was, animalistic, primal, consumed by lust, everything he was feeling was easily visible in his eyes, all it took was a glance to know that he had nothing more on his mind then defiling the innocent young thing who stood bent over before him. “You never knew that your body could experience this kind of pleasure did you?” He asked as he lightly pinched her clit between his fingers and tugged it ever so carefully. “Right now my princess I think that you would agree to just about anything I desired, if I brought in my personal gold smith and had him shape a ring to go through this lovely little nub you would thank me for the experience wouldn't you?” With his words came another tug and a lick before he stood and backed away from her sitting on the edge of his bed.

Sitting on the edge of his bed he stroked his cock slowly as he looked her over, devouring her with his eyes and clearly he wanted a great deal more from her then he already wanted. “Well my sweet princess, I think I did more then enough for you so far and it is only fair that you return the favor for me.” He chuckled again at his words, knowing how one as innocent as her would have almost no idea what he spoke of. “Your people must have taught you some secret to seduction, some small way to ensure that I would want you from the moment I laid eyes on you... why don't demonstrate your peoples seductive technique for me.”

(its quite alright, your quality makes it worth it to the point where I am tempted to see if I can tempt you into starting a second RP with me)