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She sighed and then leaned her head backand looked at him. She stumbled a bit as he moved them to the furs, but once there, she sat. She smiled and nodded to him and canted her head to the side. She shifted a bit. The food and the ale, but mostly the ale, made her ready for the experience that the Bear King would probably insist upon, being man and wife. Shse sighed adn looked up into his eyes and canted her head with a grin. "How many women at once have you been with?" She asked wondering how sexually open he was. She wasn't sure why she was asking this. Morbid curiousity was such a weakness with her. Leaning back on the furs, she sighed softly.

She snuggled into his embrace, it was strong and warm. She then leaned her nose against his arm and smiled wider. "I don't know. I want to know if you will be bragging to your men either way?" She looked up and sighed as he wrapped both arms around him. She giggled again. Brae finding herself under this strong Bear of a man.

"I only ask, because, I am unaware with the Avars method of mating. Everyone has theirs. I know for my people, I am basically expected to lay back and take it. But, I find that the journal that I read about a neighboring tribe's sexual traits are much more colorful." She giggled a bit and boldly wrapped both of her legs around his and rested her head forward and inhaled his scent. SHe shut her eyes blushing, never in her life had she been this bold.
 
When she moved from sitting across from him to wrapping her legs around his and nearly mounting him, it would not of taken much for her to notice his arousal pressing up between her legs even despite the trappings of their clothes. “I have been enjoyed two women at once – but that is not to say I’ve never been with larger numbers. Some fete amongst the unmated are open and free in their sexuality. I have laid with score of my people this way.”

He leaned back on one hand a little, assisting her as she leaned forward to inhale his scent, placing one hand behind him for support and then using the other hand to start removing his own garments first. Certainly he intended to get to hers but he was enjoying her atop his lap and breathing of his scent so he made no move to push her away simply to work at her clothes. Instead he slowly removed the fur cape, necklace and began at his shirts while pondering her other questions.

“I would not need to brag, you are exotic to my people because you are fair of skin and hair. But I would boost to those warriors who wish to proclaim their own encounters. Perhaps you do not wish me to do this … or perhaps, you feel excited knowing I will share such details?” He was unsure which, still curious how she would respond. Everything about her was new to him, not simply the way she looked, but her scent, her culture, her own manners – even while somewhat different from her family in her wishes, she was still different from his own people. “Sex and mating are meant to be enjoyed freely, especially between a husband and wife. It is the obligation of the couple to satisfy each other’s cravings – this it is known.”
 
She smiled and blushed feeling his arousal. "That is very honest of you." She whispered softly against his lips happy that he was honest with her. She grinned and sighed. She then looked down at his hands as he began to undo his clothes. She grinned and worked her hands over his clothing as she kept her nose pressed against his neck. She wanted to help, but she was not aware of the mechanics of his clothes. She shut her eyes and grinned wider.

"I am simply curious as to your tastes." She smiled adn then nodded. "I am not a prude, I enjoy the sexual exploits between a man and women, or between a woman and men. Albeit, a woman finding herself in the company of multiple men is not fairly common." She smiled and then looked at him and canted her head. "So, are women and men, once married, they are monogamous? Even for a Bear king?" She grinned as he got his shirt free. Moving forward, she began to kiss over his shoulder and chest and then stood up and stepped back.

Brae grinned at Ozira. She reached forward and pulled on his necklace and grinned running her thumb over the necklace. She smiled and began to absently grind her hips against his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and ran her free hand up and down his chest and looked up at him and grinned. "Tell me the rules of relationships." She swallowed and bit her lip.
 
When her lips met his skin and she began to grind against him, his own legs and hips met in kind. He rocked where she straddled him, fully enjoying her legs wrapped around him and let his own mouth suck heartily at her own neck. “Once mated, a couple is usually monogamous, it is at their discretion” he informed her, “It is the rules of marriage itself that are perhaps more complex.” Even as he talked, his own hands found her legs in that blue wedding dress and were pushing at it, lifting almost.

“As for relationships, it is usually the women who indicate interest in a man, it is then for him to pursue. During fete, if a married woman shows interest in another man, he may come to her pavilion during the night and she may attempt to sneak out with him. If they current husband catches them, she is still married but if they escape out of the camp site, then the marriage is annulled and the she may marry the new man. Sometimes this is a serious event, but usually it is known between a man and a woman when her heart desires another and usually the man lets her go freely. Though, some women are worth fighting for.”

His hands and lips upon her then became fierce, suggesting he would fight for her. “During some fetes reserved for the mated, husband and wife are free to interact with others, this is to get out their carnal desires without risking divorce or fights amongst the people of the Avar. You have some interest in this, being in the company of several men?” It is an open question and him questioning her about such a desire has no effect on his current state of arousal.
 
Brae sighed blushing feeling his hips moving against hers. That arousal pressing against her own want. She groaned as he sucked on her neck and she rolled her eyes back and listened to him and stroked his hair gently. She blushed feeling him raise her dress. She wanted out of it. But would wait. She held him tighter as he continued.

"I don't think I will run off. You are handsome enough, besides, if I run anywhere I think I will do it solo." SHe smiled and shut her eyes and waited listening to him. But gasped in pleasure as she returned his fierce kiss. She grinned and watched him. "No, I don't have the interest of being in the company of several men. I just was curious as to if you were going to take several women to your bed." She smiled and wiggled out of his arms and out of reach. Reaching up, she pulled at the dress and let it fall around her feet. She was now in her petticoats. Pulling at the corset, she let it fall. Grinning she moved back to his furs and kissed his cheek.
 
As she pondered not running, he grinned, continuing to taste at her neck line. “Perhaps you might enjoy running, I am fairly skilled at chasing.” Something in his lustful throat hinted at some evidence of mirth. Indeed, most of the barbarian lifestyle tended toward the mirthful – the enjoyment of living each moment of life. But in chasing, well, it was like a game as he had already explained. Still as she wiggled out of his arms, pulling off the dress and stripping down to petticoats alone, his eyes could not leave her body, her fair skin.

“I will only do as you wish Brae, for you are my desire now,” said Oriza, sitting up to work at his loin and leggings. Even as she moved back to his furs and kissed his checks, his hands betrayed his desires, running along petticoats up her sides, brushing any exposed flesh, readily feeling it beneath the fabric that comprised the petticoat. He went to his knees to let his leggings begin to natural cascade down to the furs, his lips already desiring to kiss her own.

There was some instance to lay down, but it was not forceful and then a pause from the great barbarian. “You say you’re people only like woman that lay down and let a man take what he will,” his hazel-green eyes sparkled in the light of the fires. “We shall not lay in this way, for now you are Avar Brae.” Whatever he might have been implying, he was still enjoying the feel of flesh beneath the fabric, or exposed as the case may have been, and he lets his hands wander to her breasts as his mouth found her ear, showing a delicacy and control perhaps uncharacteristic of a barbarian in the eyes of the Roman Empires.
 
"I do think I would like a game of hide and seek." She chuckled and smiled at his playfull voice. She leaned back and stroked up his back and shut her eyes thinking.

Brae grinned at Oriza. When he moved forward, she blushed feeling his hands move up her sides. Leaning her head back, she groaned softly. Moving her lips to his own as he kissed her, she laid down. Brae grinned and pulled her petticoat over her head and tossed it to the side and laid back and grinned. "Believe me, Bear King, I will not let you sleep until I have what I want." She giggled and shut her eyes enjoying his touch on her bare skin. She blushed feeling him touch her breasts. His tender lips moving over her ear was truly delicious.

"Ohh Oriza," She sighed and wrapped her arms around him and blushed leaning back. She reached her hands down to explore and feel him. Those fingers sought out his member and gently ran her hand up and down it. Looking up at him she grinned and laughed softly.
 
Within the furs his new wife seemed to become more playful, more liberal. Oriza was enjoying this, not quite lying down, when she her hand gently up and down his manhood, it stirred as if on command, jumping with delight, pulsing with its own life. He was as much intrigued by her playfulness with his body as her mirth in this moment. “Yes Brae,” he murmured back to her as her fingers trailed at his shaft sending shivers up his spine.

Leaning up more to be on his knees, as if presenting his full erection to his new wife, giving her hand free access to it, he said to her, “I think you have found yourself this day.” One hand of his was running along her breast, circling her nipples, watching how they behaved when his fingers explored her flesh. At times they cupped wantonly but then it would pull back some, so that just his fingertips would brush along her flesh, dipping down to her tummy and circling back up.

His other hand followed that line down her abdomen as she lay in his furs and continued, moving towards the center of her womanhood but diverting where her hip and thigh met, letting his hand dip between her legs to explore her thighs. As he began to move his hand back up, he rocked his own hips a little, eager for her to play more with his manhood perhaps.
 
Brae watched Oriza and grinned. She blushed feeling his member swell and stir under her hand. She giggled softly. "It seems I have wakened the Bear." She teased and then looked up at him as he began to stroke her body. But she saw the pleasure evident on his face. She looked down when he leaned back to show her how much of a bear he resembled. She grinned and stroked him up and down more. She ran her fingers along that vein and looked up. "I never lost myself, it is just I have been forced to remain in a cage." She gasped as he touched her nipples. The cold they had endured and the touches were already forming them into hard peaks. She groaned as his hands made quick laps of her body.

She moaned when he came near her womanhood, but sighed as he darted his hand away. She sighed looking at him and canted her head.

The rocks bobbed her a bit under her as she chuckled but reached forward with both hands and began to squeeze and stroke him in her warm hands and chuckled gently. "What would my bear have me do with him?" She grinned raising an eyebrow. Then got an idea and reached down grabbing Ozira's hips and pulled him closer and over her as she leaned forward and began to suck on the tip of his member bobbing her head forward and back while she played with his balls softly stroking and kneading them.
 
As his hand lingered between her thighs but teasingly out of reach, he pondered the cage, his hand slowly coming back up. With a desire, they messaged at her thighs as if she were a prized meat, tender and penetrating, lustful even. He was turning back to look at her when she asked what he would have her do when something took voer her and she pulled him atop her chest and began to suck at his manhood while her hands teased at his balls. He inhaled sharply as if contended but surprised.

A grin spread to his face at the enjoyment of her actions and that hand which had enjoyed watching her nipples stiffen then found her cheek, pressing hair back and gently holding her head, letting her take him as she choose. “Ah, I think you have found something that pleases the bear,” he affirmed her words, his own voice now more husky as the wetness of her mouth warmed him to the core.

With affirmation at his pleasure, the hand behind him and between her thighs found its way home over the mound of her own core. There he cupped it, letting the warmth of his hand mingle with the warmth rising between her legs. “Yes, we shall make sure you are good and wet Brae before I claim you properly.” Upon saying that his middle finger slipped between her lower lips, teasing between them not pushing within, sliding all the way up to her true soft mound and rubbing it to see if it too would rise as her nipples did. Still, he slid his fingertip down again between her swollen lips and pushed within her as his thumb circled her clit.
 
A smile found its way to Brae's lips as he gasped in suprise and pleasure. She moved so he was practically down her throat and rubbed her nose affectionately at the trail of hair that lead from his navel down to his member. She pulled back and licked at the head once more before she went back down sucking him as she went. She continued to stroke his balls and shut her eyes moaning sweetly to him. His hand on ehr cheek made her sigh happily before returning back to her vigorous sucking. Pulling back she smiled and kissed the head gently. "I think I love the bear." She purred to it and nibbled down his shaft along his vein. She was being careful, but she she gasped as her hips jerked as he touched her.

Instinctively her thighs began to press together. But hearing his words, she reluctantly spread her legs. Groaning, she rolled her eyes as he slipped that rough thick long finger into her. She gasped and whimpered raising her hips and whimpered as her clit soon became swollen with need. Much like her nipples. She blushed and moved back to his member and began to suck hungrily. She began to rock her hips against him in a silent plea. Sucking him harder shutting her eyes groaning to him.
 
His eyes nearly closed when he could feel the warm breath from her nose cascading over the hairs of his lower abdomen. When she talked about loving the bear then purred and nibbled playfully, he rolled his head to look down at her directly as his finger pressed and then she jerked and gasped. Something in that purr and then the gasp made his own cock quiver to her touch, how bad he wanted her then – but he could wait.

“You want it yes,” said Oriza, pleased with his new wife, his eyes rolling back the same then. As if his hand and finger over her own sex was responding to the want in her hips, his finger began to thrust in and out of her, taking her their beneath him as his member was hungrily accepted into her mouth, nearly her throat. The barbarian seemed keen to the pleasures of woman and his thumb tickled and bobbed at her clit more while his finger repeatedly slid in and out of her.

Even while his hand continued to stimulate her pleasures, the hand at her check and hair pulled back at her head, trying to slip his cock out of her mouth. “Oh Brae,” he cried with mirthful abandon, “Not yet, I cannot lose control because I still long to plunge the depths of your loin with my manhood.” Even while he was stopping himself from nearing a climax for the moment as best he could, his hand delved between her thighs as if wanting the wetness there to grow.
 
Brae gasped as he pulled himself back. A groan slid from her mouth as he did. Leaning back and gripped the furs. She panted and shivered her lips were wet with her want. Leaning her head back, Brae moaned. "Please take me Ozira, please." She panted rocking her hips up and down. She shut her eyes and gripped the furs tighter and licked her lips.

"I am ready, please, stop the torment and claim me." She moved her hands up his chest and down his stomach and panted looking up at him and panted softly. She was trembling. She spread her legs wider and began to buck against him. "Please."

Hearing her pleas from the outside, the warriors began to cheer. They knew it wouldn't be long before she was screaming her pleasure for the whole camp to hear.
 
His finger pleased her as she asked for him again and again. Then, without warning his finger and thumb stopped. He pulled them from her and licked his fingers to savor whatever flavor he found there. “You will have me Brae,” he proclaimed, lifting one leg off her, kneeling beside her then. One hand game to her back, the other around her rump, his hand firmly gripping the flesh of her rear as he started to heft her, “But not as a Frank, you shall mount me as a free woman this day.” And then he stood erect, it was suggested for her legs to wrap about his sides but never fully implied, for she could as easily leave a leg on the ground for support if she so wished.

He was free in this transition that they both mount each other for the best possible satisfaction and when he pulled her close, he bent his knees and brought his member to the hotness emanating from her womanhood. There was but a pause and then he plunged into her depths. “You are ready Brea, ready to mount the world, to be free of your cage, and be Avar from this moment forward.”

Still one hand on her rump, he could easily support all of her weight if she gave it to him. His other hand slid up the side of her body, across breast and nipple, playing, grabbing, sliding further until he found her neck and then with that hand he lifter her lips to his that they may join more wholly as their bodies began the dance of ecstacy.
 
She blushed and wrapped her legs around him. Looking into his eyes, she bit her lip and then stroked his shoulders and then moved her hands up to his hair and gripped it gently.

Brae threw her head back and gasped feeling him push into her. Her body became rigid as her back arched and she threw her head back and gasped. Then she slid down over him more. But when he slid further forward, she held his head to her neck and groaned blushing harder. A small pain filled her as he broke her virginity. The blood dripped gently, but soon the pleasure replaced the pain.

Leaning her head forward, she kissed him deeply. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she began to bounce on him up and down. But the heat that he had brought in her body, made her an animal.

She panted hotly into his mouth gripping his hair still and rolled her eyes up. She grunted and panted to him. Soon, she broke the kiss and moaned looking up and blushed softly.
 
As her hands took his head, holding their bodies together, the hand at her neck fell down over her breast giving it a squeeze as if to gain some traction as he pushed into her. When she began to bounce and her lust became animal, that hand slipped away to her rear so that both hands were cupping her bottom as she bounced.

When she broke the kiss to moan and blush at him, he leaned his forehead to hers as well as he could while the thrust into her and she bounded atop his manhood. His eyes opened to hers, looking deep within her. His breathing increased at a steady pace, from relaxed, enjoying sighs, to regular rapid breathing to match the pace of his hips. As they continued, beads of sweat poked at his chest. As she bounded on him, his back began to stiffen and he clenched his teeth.

Finally the tingling rose up then down his spine, crawling into his manhood and his breathing began to lighten, he had crossed the threshold and was approaching his climax. “You excite me Brae, I will give you my seed and we will be mated.”
 
She yelped giggling as he squeezed her breast. She groaned and leaned her head back. Then she looked at him and grinned and soon she was thrusting hard and fast against him once she got used to his size. She had never felt this much pleasure before in her life. Rolling her eyes, every now and then when his member hit an especially pleasureful spot.

Brae looked deep into his eyes as she continued to rock against him. It appeared they were evenly matched. When she felt sweaty, she felt his sweaty chest rubbing against her nipples. Ohh how delicious the sensation of his chest hair rubbing against her sensitive nipples. Her pants began to speed up. She grinned feeling him stiffen as she felt a particularly foreign stirring in her stomach.

At his confession, she rolled so her legs were still around him. It was a wrestling move that would land her on her back and him on top and she purred. "Finish it." She purred and began to buck her hips agianst his. "Finish me off Bear King." She roared in pleasure. Brae smiled and blushed at him. "You excite me too."
 
Oriza flowed with the motion of her roll, letting the ground cushion them as they landed, his two hands leaving her rump to prevent the full force of his body from landing on her, but not stopping that force in his pelvis. When she purred and looked at him, bucking against his hips, he grinned in response to her plea to finish it. With a look of concentration, he held off on his climax but continued to pound himself into her. The sweat thickened with the effort as he listened to her breathing as well.

It was not until he thought she was close herself, or he could no longer hold it, that he buried himself deeply inside of her and cast his head up. Her name was on his lips mingled with some Avarian, perhaps a reference to their gods. Then he rotated his hips so he could pummel again to continue to release, but this time he looked down at her, bringing a hand to the side of her neck and just over her shoulder, as if helping bury himself deep as he looked into her eyes and continues to release himself into Brae. There were several thrusts in which he drained himself and a few more softly as the sensation of the climax washed over him.

Then for a few moments he rested there, not wholly atop her, but supported as well by an elbow now. He let his breath recover, listening as well to her breathing. Finally a smile spread across his clean face and he offered, “Now, all Avar will want the pleasure of a Frankish woman, they will think they are like you.” A slight chuckle, but more softly for only her ears, “I know better, you are unique Brae and fate would dictate I am a lucky man.”
 
Brae laughed as he moved fluidly with her wrestling move. She grunted a bit from the weight of him and smiled reaching up wrapping her arms around him and buried her nails into hsi back to spur him on. Brae panted and smiled looking at his face. His facial expression warmed something within herself.. Kissing his cheek. "Ohh honey, you concentrate so hard, don't hurt yourself." She panted and shut her eyes tighter and rolled her eyes gasping. She was close.

When he muttered something in Avar she made a note of it. She didn't know what he said, and didn't have time to concentrate. But his hand on her and the feeling of his warmth shooting through her body made her groan. But she could not shut her eyes. Not when his eyes demanded her full attention. She gasped and bit her lip digging her nails harder into his back and arched her back. "Oriza!!" She howled as she came with him. Her muscles milking him for all he was worth. She panted vaguely aware that the crowd that had surrounded the exterior of the tent started cheering knowing that Oriza and Brae had successfully mated. She blushed panting hard, sweat making her glisten.

She looked at him and blushed a bit and kissed his lips still in the afterglow of an orgasm. She grinned to him. "And if I hear that, I will quickly put the false hope to bed. I hear that Avar women are rascles in the fur and are a much better mate then Franks." She smiled and held him close as he moved close and whispered. His comment made her heart warm and she rubbed his back gently and chuckled as her legs were still securely wrapped around him.

"Tell me what you said as you climaxed?" She whispered running her hand along his chest and down his stomach and up again. Her other hand remained around his shoulders.
 
Oriza rested gently atop her, still partially supporting his own weight. He listened to her joke about having to quell false hope as regards what some of his men might think. More so when she pondered what he had said, and with a slight rolling of his body, he suggested they not uncouple but that he lay on his back to support his full weight and hers if she would roll with him. Whether she chose to lie next to him or atop him, he took the hand from her face to grab some fur and cover their bodies together in the warmth. More warmth perhaps from his own body, but the other fur would trap it and keep them toasty as winter grew outside.

“When I reached my climax,” said Oriza in a quandary himself, trying to recall the exact words that came to his lips, “I thanked Perun for a real woman and for letting the bear sleep tonight.” Not so much a nickname for himself, he was not wholly tired yet, for after they were covered, his hand slipped back under the covers to trace the lines of her body gently, as if feeling for goose flesh.

Then he moved his head to look into her eyes again as the spectators outside returned to fete, found their own mates or persons to be with, and generally left the vicinity of the pavilion. “You are a curious one Brae. I find this fascinating. I am curious how you will interact with the world now that you experience firsthand and not merely through a book.”
 
She smiled and sighed content. Her stomach was full of food, she had a strong healthy man between her thighs, life was perfect. Just as she was relaxing, he rolled. She laughed as her legs were so tight around him she had no choice but to roll with him and land on him. Her legs were forced to unwrap around him and rested on either side of him. When he rolled, she felt him shift inside of her and felt her body clutch his. She sighed snuggling closer to him and kissed his chest and nibbled playfully at his hair.

"Perun, your sun god correct?" She tried to remember who Perun was. Remembered that he fell in love with a woman who listened to a man that could travel back and forth amidst mortals and gods. Or was that the other man. The one who brought fire and metal to the earth. Or was that wrong. She blushed and looked at him and grinned. "The bear." She giggled a bit and felt her walls tighten around him. "I think the bear likes his new cave." SHe purred and rested her head against his chest and shut her eyes and yawned widely.

"I am curious. Probably more so than is for my own good. Well, the world is open to me, and I want to learn and explore everything there is to know. And you being my husband, I am looking to you to show me everything." She nipped at his collarbone and sighed and looked at him grinning.
 
Her soft body atop his, the way she clutched at him and teased about the cave, it kept Oriza stiff. Even as she yawned and closed her eyes, his hand found her hair and his fingers trailed through it in the quiet of the night. As his chest rose and fall, it became a deep steady rhythm. “Yes, Perun, not quite a sun god, but when he casts his shadow on the heavens, gods may enter the world of the mortals.” A slight pause and he added, “Yes, that bear doesn’t want to leave his new cave. He is pondering how often and in how many ways he will be able to enter his new home.”

He turned his eyes lazily down to where she nipped at him, and slowly up to meet her own eyes when she grinned at him. There was playful accusation there, half a grin. That hand playing in her hair held her head so he could raise his lips to kiss her forehead. “Then it shall be done Brae, I will show you all of the world I know. If you are curious about more, we shall take you there.”

Gently, both arms wrapped about her, as if to keep her safe, though it could well have been a possessive gesture just the same. “We will be moving tomorrow, we’ll use the smaller pavilions until we reach Ravenna. I want you to see this city.” There was a pause, he let her take that in, “This is close to the lands of the Avar. It is closest to the hills of the Kurtlar, they have long rivaled the Ayi. They may come to fete simply to see you, their men may be forward.” His words perhaps recalling some of the rules of marriage amongst his people.
 
Brae laughed and shut her eyes and giggled listening to him talk about his member like a bear. She smiled and looked at him and then nodded softly and stretched out her arms and sighed swallowing softly. Brae chuckled and listened to him. Shutting her eyes, she laughed and nodded and yawned and stretched her legs. Swallowing, she shut her eyes and bit her lip gently. She snuggled closer and stroked his chest and blushed feeling him in her.

"I think I will sleep now. And you , my bear king, should sleep too." She kissed his lips gently and rested her head on his chest and shut her eyes and stretched aorund him and yawned softly. She continued to sleep and groaned to him softly. "I will never let any man touch me besides you." She stroked his chest and arm and fell into a deeper sleep.

In the morning, she sat up groaning feeling stiff. Stretching her arms above her head she crawled off of Oriza. She sat beside him and rubbed her face. She swallowed and looked at him biting her lip.
 
His chest rose with pride as she drifted into sleep, saying softly she would let no man other than Oriza touch her, and her arm lazily stroked his chest and arm. There is no telling when he woke up, he simply laid amongst the furs, as she sat up and rubbed her face, then looked at him, he pondered the look she was giving him, biting her lip in that way. Something in it was timid and caused him to stir, wanting her more perhaps. Wanting her more, wanting to be that only man, wanting to protect her. It was a flood of want, desire, and pride. Slowly a smile crossed his face.

“We will be under way before long,” he began to explain to her in the quiet of the morning. The quiet, however, was limited, if one focused, they could hear movement in the camp, as other men were taking down pavilions, sectioning off the flaps, lumber, and pieces to be carried by various horses and pack animals. Oriza was propping himself up with an elbow to meet her eyes.

Then his free hand came to her cheek and chin, lifting her head so that they faced each other more directly. “Tell me Brae … what curiosity fascinates you today?” He read the lip biting as reluctance to tell him something, but he would have her open and honest with him. Before he stirred from the furs and contributed to preparations for the move to their next camp sight, a good fortnight east of here where they could camp for several days of rest, he would give her this time now.
 
Brae smiled and nodded and leaned down and kissed his lips. Finally breaking the kiss, she stood up and groaned wincing. "I think the bear did more damage than I thought originally." Stretching her back feeling all her muscles protest. She turne dback to him and grinned. "I don't know Bear King, why don't you teach me a little bit of your language so I don't have to speak a language I don't really care for." She moved around and saw that some clothes had been laid out for her in the night. It was a thick leather britches and a vest with a heavy coat. She noticed they were all from skins or furs. Chuckling, she ran her thumb over the intricate beadwork of the coat.

"Seems your craftspeople were well prepared for me." She smiled and began to pull on the britches. They were skin tight and accentuated her thighs and but perfectly. She then tested them out walking around. Brae noticed that the hard leather would conform to the way she walked soon. She sat down on the bed and began to pull on the vest. She laced it up securely. Her breasts covered but supported. The vest was more comfortable than a corset. "I think this is a good match." She said and kissed his lips again and snuggled him looking at his square jaw. She ran her fingers along it and grinned.
 
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