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Heart of Bone<Zynode and Talin>

Liana blinked up at him as he loomed over her still, drawing her full lower lip between her teeth she let out the breath she’d been holding as he lowered her back to the ground. Her long legs unwrap from about him as he called Mina over. Blue eyes went from one to the other as they spoke. then mina took her hand and led her away. Glancing back over her shoulder she saw as he covered his form with a cloak. “A wedding?” she whispered.

Mina was all smiles as she shook her head, “You are really special, he will give you a wedding.” Mina pulled the door closed behind them and began pulling dresses from the wardrobe that was sitting in it’s new spot from when she’d used it to block the door.

“Why me, Why am I special?” Liana asked pulling her gown off and washing from the basin slowly. Mina only shrugged and pulled out a white colored dress. Liana pulled on the clean undergarments and waited for Mina to make up her mind. Brushing the tangles out of her hair before Mina draped the white dress over her tall frame. Mina smiled and wound dark pink fabric about her waist.

Mina ushered her to the vanity and she tucked roses the same color as the sash in her golden locks. “He’s never let that,” she indicated the ring, “Out of his sights. Though you worried him when you mentioned children.” The woman laughed.

Liana smiled and looked down at the ring, the black stone was the darkest stone she’d ever seen. In the carriage later Liana wrung her hands as they sat clasped in her lap. She was nervous, the slight touch of his tongue to her sex still left her quivering, he’d been tender and gentle, not at all what she had expected. Smiling down at Sver, he helped her and Mina down and the trio ducked into the church. She saw Draven and the fragile man. “Hello,” she stated, her soft voice echoing off the stone walls of the church.
 
Draven nodded as they entered. The ceremony itself was short with Draven repeating his vows and even adding
"by your light may I never stray,
And by side you will always stay"
Father Antioch was kind enough to we'd them as Mina And Sver watched in silence. Mina did cry and Sver cracked a rare sMile. Draven kissed his bride, holding her as she went limp. He let his claws trace her curves, his excitement growing. His own ring was a steel band layered with Obsidian and flecked with gold. He gently carried his bride all the way home, keeping her warm with his plates. When they reached his chambers he slowly lowered onto his bed and removed his robe. He closed the door.
"nOw my belove little fawn, I believe it is time consumate our union:" he stood before her his chitons plates revealing a scaled sheath
 
Liana repeated her vows softly to him, she blushed on his added part she didn’t understand it, her blue eyes clouded a bit as she peered up at him. Even at 5’ 10” he loomed over her. She lifted her lips shyly to kiss him at the Father’s urging, his claws against her sides caused her to quiver. She’d placed the band on his large finger or in this case, claw. She felt herself go weak and he lifted her in his sturdy arms. Despite who he was she curled against his chest, he was warm and the heat she found was calming. She smiled at Mina and Sver as they walked arm in arm ahead of them.

Arriving at the castle she got more nervous, the flitters in her belly growing. She whispered goodnight to the others, her blue eyes following them down the hall as the door to her new chambers closed behind them. The blood red sheets a stark contrast to her white dress. She nodded, she knew it would come. She tried not to stare at him as she slid from the bed. Shaky hands unwound the pink sash from her waist and pulled the flowers from her hair. Pulling her hair over one shoulder she turned her back to him as her hands found the laces to her dress and began tugging. The fabric pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it. Her eyes found his, the beast, her husband… would he always be a beast? Liana wondered as she slid nervously back to the middle of their bed.
 
He crawled up to her feeling the honey warmth of her flesh. he wanted to feel her on every inch of his plates. He slid up to her wraping his arms around her waist, his shaft becoming erect. It was knotted, just another thing that made him more bestial. He prodded her slit gently and bit her ear gently. Whispering he smiled.
" So my little fawn, are there any words for your husband, or am I going to have to do all the talking?" he asked platfully.
He continued to prod plunging a bit in feeling a warm moisture greet him. Her breathing increased and he gently bit her collarbone. He let his claws trail along her back leaving red marks. He slid even further in, the warm wet tunnel engulfing him, gripping tightly.
He growled as he thrust into her enticing a moan.
 
Once in the middle of the bed she pulled her undergarments off , before she could slide under the covers he was crawling over her. She shuddered. Feeling him at her sex she whimpered. “Please , you don’t need to take me Draven… not like this.” she closed her blue eyes. She felt him slide in her opening and she cried out as her breathing hitched and filled her lungs rapidly. “It hurts, please don’t.” She’d talked to Mina a bit more about it, she said the pain would go away.

Her eyes flew open and she shoved at his chest, trying in vain to move her body away from him. “No, no… noooo,” tears spilled over her cheeks and down to the pillow. She felt his hips rear back and what sounded like a moan filled her ears as he broke through her barrier. Biting down hard on her lip she drew blood. She felt her chasm squeeze down on the invading rod. Everything in her fought against him, but there was nothing she could do, he was too strong. She felt the pleasure, though she struggled with giving in and letting him know how he was affecting her. She wasn’t ready to give in, not when he’d taken the one thing from her that she felt was sacred.
 
He thrust into, roaring. He gripped the bed letting his claws sink into the soft downy material. Her skIn and cries on urged him on, feeling a dominance he only dreamed of. She was his and despite her tears he would not stoP now. His fires had been stoked and her supple body was his to ravage. He bit her neck gently enough to not draw blood but hard enough to leave a mark. Her cries grew higher as he plunged into her. Knotting her he felt he become locked inside her hitting her deepest walls. He felt himself tense and in an instant relief and euphoria flooded him as his hot sticky seed flooded her. Her Own body clamping down and milking his shaft for every droP. He kissed her and lay on top of her now inside her for the rest of the night.
"mmmm don't cry my little deer. Your body is not accustomed to such...savage proportions." upon speaking his arousal returned as he began gyrating. He enjoyed her moans and knew he would ravage her more.
 
Keeping her eyes closed she balled her fists into the bedding to keep from touching him, ass eh was sure he wanted. She couldn’t stop her mouth from crying out, whether it was pain or pleasure even she didn’t know. She felt him lodge in her and hit deep within which cause her to moan, the pleasure of the action could not be held back and she could not deny it even in the slightest. She had offered herself if he married her. He had kept his word and no matter how demented, he appeared, he was being gentle. he first burst of his seed caught her of guard and she gasped as it coated her womb. Her body gave in and her tightness enveloped him in spasms as he emptied himself in her, claiming his bride for all of eternity.

Liana opened her eyes as he kissed her deeply, his body pressing hers into the mattress beneath them. She turned her head from him as he spoke, he’d known she was innocent and yet seemed to still question it when she cried. Her body wasn’t used to such things and she was certainly not used to him. the grotesqueness of him made her cringe and she wondered how her body could respond like it had. However, when he began moving his member deep within her again she was caught off guard by the sensations he produced. Moaning as he stroked against something deep inside, she opened her legs more to him and slid her hands over what covered his body. Easing her hips off the bed beneath him she responded, he’d after all lived up to his side of the deal, making her his wife before taking her. She was allowed to enjoy the sensations he caused, if not the man that caused them.
 
Draven smiled. "Well my little deer if I didnt know any better, I'd say you enjoyed yourself." After nearly six rounds Draven had turned over and let his bride rest her head on his chest. he was absentmindedly stroking her hair and enjoying her body against his. Still deep inside her every movement sent his bride squirming in discomfort or joy, he really didn't care wich. It was approaching midnight and he sighed as he felt his bride drift off into sleep. Her fragile body still needed sleep and while he only needed a few hours he choose to join her. He gently kissed her head whispereing so she could not hear,
"I love you Liana..."
 
Liana had given into to carnal pleasure, her body burned as she plummeted over the edge again and again. She cried out with pleasure as he moved quicker and quicker. Her hands gripped his flesh and she moaned as he took her. Her body no longer fought him as she panted and writhed in pleasure. She’d found that after all of it she was very sensitive to his touch. If she turned a certain way she couldn’t breathe and another voice was lost. She lay atop her newly acquired husband and shivered, she stuttered a breath as she relaxed. Her sensitive channel, still fitted with his shaft twitched and fluttered as he moved about. She whimpered in her sleep as he moved. She slept well on top of him, his strong heart and the warmth of his body keeping her content. the morning would bring about new things. she stretched upon his hard body and groaned. She was sore and most of her body ached from the strange new way she’d slept. Blue eyes felt to him and she stared up at him, unsure of whether he was asleep still, or awake.
 
Draven stirred. At once he was hungry, as he had not hunted but he found himself to comfortable and aroused to move. He gyrated sending a shock down his brides spine.
"Mmm. I must say you slept well and while I am hungry for more of you, I need to eat my deer." He pulled out from her warmth and slid off the bed. Reaching to " his desk he pulled out a pair of tattered hunting trousers and slipped them on. He walked to the window and opened it, snow flurried in and he spoke.
"You have the catle until I return." He leapt into the winter morning leaving tracks and snow behind loping like a wolf.
 
Gasping as he moved within, her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt him pull from her sensitive sex and the evidence of their time spent in bed leaked on her thigh. Liana watched him dress and throw open the window dressings and subsequent window. The snow fluttering in chilled her, wrapping the blankets about her form she watched him leap from the window. Rushing to it she watched him move about for a moment before sliding it mostly closed. Pulling the curtains closed she hobbled back to their bed and slept for a while longer.

Waking she found the tub was drawn for her and a tray of food sat on the table. Soaking eased her tender muscles and restored her skin to its normal rosy and tan glow. She smiled at the rose scent her skin had after the bath, and rubbed some crème she found into her skin, it too was rose scented as well.

Mena knocked on the door.

Liana, clad in only a robe, closed it tightly and moved to the tray of food. “Come in,” she smiled as Mena moved in and stoked the fire for her. “Good morning Mena. Thank you for the bath and food.”

“You are welcome, as much as a night you had I figured you could use it.” She smiled and went to the bed and removed the bed clothes. She said nothing as she removed them; she wished not to cause embarrassment for the woman. “I’ll wash these and be back to take the tray and make the bed, I’d suggest more sleep. I’ll bring up some tea and new pillows. The tea will help with the stiffness you are feeling and will also help you to rest. Tomorrow or later Sver and I will give you a tour. Eat up now I will be back.”

After the bed was made Liana curled up and slept, even without the tea she was able to relax and sleep a bit. When she woke up she drank some tea and thumbed through a book. Dressing she went to the dining hall and ate with the other two. She slept the rest of the afternoon away after a mini tour. Seeing most of the important rooms; parlor, sitting room, library, kitchen and foyer. Yawning she stripped down to her chemise and panties. Curled on her side with her knees tucked to her chest she fell asleep.
 
The first kill ws always the best. He no longer liked his food cooked, knowing full well the beast in him was more prominent than ever. He sunk his jagged teeth into the deer ripping out a chunk of pink flesh. He had killed two others and was now finishing up his third. Usually he only needed one but last night...last night had taken something out off him. He was never this hungry.
Draven returned around midday and speaking to Sver and Mina he decided to let his wife rest. He would have her for a year and one night of just slumber might be welcome for her.
He was recounting the taxes from the village when he heard Mina approach.
"Master...the curse, it hasnt lifted yet."
Draven nodded.
"I think the old hag was lying to us Mina. We've been trying for what seems like eons and no matter what we try it never leaves."
"What about what she said before-"
"No." he cut her off sharply. "I will not accept that as my cure. Even she would be that cruel. Besides we now have a guest and hopefully she will help me break our curse."
Mina nodded and returned to the kitchen. Sver sat waiting for her.
"He still stubborn?" Sver asked, his voice barely audible.
"Yes, and i think she might be the one. I just...I want a family Sver, I want to grow old with you. Draven is our friend but sometimes I think we made a terrible mistake staying here. I heard Geralt's grandson just died. he was 60..."
Sver moved in and hugged her. tryong to stem her tears.
"Shh, Draven has yet to fail us. The least we can do is the same."
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Draven crawled into bed silently catching the eye of his wife.
"Your probably still sore...Since you preformed admirably my fawn, I feel that a night's respite is an ample reward." He said as he kissed her and layed down
 
Liana was still curled on her side, she’d been lying in the dark waiting for him to return to her, no word ever reached her of his return. Not that she was worried, after all he was a beast, monster of epic proportions to the villages nearby, much like her own. She’d been lying there thinking of the night before when she saw the light from the hallway race across their darkened room only to be shut out once more when he closed the door. Her eyes flitted over his form as he crawled into bed. Truth be told she wasn’t still sore, the bath and rest had helped. Lifting the fog on her body of what had happened.

To her utter amazement she lifted her lips up to him and returned his soft kiss. “Thank you Draven.” Settling back on her pillow she curled a hand under her pillow and one just under her cheek. “Are you feeling better after hunting?” Her light blue eyes flitted over his pale face. She was honestly curious about the male. No one had lived to tell about him before. The other females had committed suicide when they were chosen or ran off and were never heard from again. Her only intentions were to survive, if playing nice got her there then so be it. Stronger, she knew she was much stronger than she let on or than anyone gave her credit for so playing house could be fun.
 
"yes." He turned his back and attempted to ignore the burning need he felt. He let the days fatigue sink in and passed off into a restless sleep. Mina's words angering him and the proximity of his bride only increased his arousal. He wanted to take her once more, hear her voice cry out in pleasure and to feel her warmth against his own. he shook his head and tried to sleep ignoring her occasinal brush against him, If things were worse in the morning he would take her then but as he drifted off into sleep he could feel her eyes roving his body.
"We will talk tommorow, there is much to discuss and soon our honeymoon will end," he said
 
Saddening she watched as he said little and turned his back to face her. She soon heard his even breathing take hold of him. Had she done something wrong, was she supposed to beg him to take her as he had the night before? She was worried she wouldn’t last, that perhaps already he’d grown bored with her. Sulking wouldn’t help. Her loins ached, but not in the bad way one might have suspected. She watched him allowing just the tips of her fingers to dwell on his body before turning over to face the opposite direction with a small huff of breath.

Some honeymoon, she thought sadly to herself. She knew what to expect from him, or at least she thought she did. Instead she was left with feelings of desire and was left feeling unwanted. Do NOT cry, she told herself. Repeating the words over and over, but it was no use. “Did I, did I do something wrong Draven? Is that… what needs to be discussed? And why our honeymoon has ended?” her voice was soft, she didn’t; know it was possible for her to feel such a loss at what she thought he would do. She actually preferred him taking her to just lying beside him while feeling the tension build. The dab color of the chemise and panties she wore were nothing special. Maybe he wanted special.
 
Draven turned and nodded. " i had assumed you were tired but now i understand." He moved in close and grabbed her hips. He carefully removed her panties and slid a claw into her eliciting a squirm and whimper. he shredded her chmise as well gently biting her nipple.
"It appears that my little deer has grown to like being hunted." He thrust into her roughly with no warning, knotting her immediatly.
"I must admit I am enjoying this." he rubbed up and down. He loved her tight pussy and growled once more, enjoying her wild movements and her body pumping against his, eager to fill herself.
 
Liana gasped when his hands came around her hips, his claws moving gently over her body removing her panties. She whimpered with need as his claw dipped within her cleft, her hands slid up his body pulling him closer. “No, I was never tired Draven,” writhing beneath his touch she shivered when his teeth nipped at her sensitive nub. She could only nod as he entered her. Her hips rising as he slid deep inside, “Draven…” she moaned as she felt him wedge himself in her tightly.

“Ohm, I too am enjoying this, it is something we can both agree on,” Her hips rose as his length steadily dove deeper into her. Gasping and moving she wrapped her long legs around him to keep him even deeper within her hands clawing at his chest and back. “Please, please… oh Draven.” She squealed as he hit against something deep within her. Her chasm quivered around him as she lifted from the bed, her lips burned as she placed them on his. What was this? her mind fought her body for control.
 
Draven smiled bucking a bit harder. He loved her face contorted by confusion and pleasure. Her kissed her letting his hands rub her stomach the soft smoothness urging him on to burst. He filled her once more with his cum as he roared in approval. Her cunt milking him harder begging for every last drop of his hot sticky seed. He gripped her biting softly into the nape of her neck. He then let her fall on him as he drifted off muttering,
"Good deer." Still lodged deep insider her he smiled as he bucked deeper hitting her womb.
"So my little deer, did you enjoy it more?"
 
“Oh yesss…” He r voice was a whisper. Liana may have hated who it was that was taking her, but she loved where it was she was going. Her pleasure was climbing higher and higher. Kissing him back she felt the throb of his member inside her and knew it was only a moment or two. His hands on her stomach felt odd, but he was tender. Feeling the first hot burst of his release as he roared out his pleasure. She cried out a moment later her own peak being reached. She felt the rhythmic tightening of her chasm on his shaft, milking him for every ounce of his seed. He had flipped them at some point so she was now on top, looking down at him as he pulled her close and bit her neck. Her body quivered and she whimpered as he whispered. Pale blue eyes lifted to his face as she nodded. Still torn, she worried about pregnancy and what it would entail. The way they had gone at it she was sure if she were able she would be pregnant shortly. “Did you, Draven?”
 
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