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Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

When Isobel was finally away from him for a moment and in the corridor she once again laid her head against the wall. Now that she wasn't around him she could feel her face returning to it's normal color as she slowly took in deep breaths.
After a few moments with her eyes closed she calmed herself and wondered if all women behaved like this around her husband, and knew that some were probably as open as a person could get with sex and it angered her a little. But that didn't matter now because he was hers, and from the sounds of it and the things he whispered to her it seemed to be more than enough for him.

Moving to her room where she knew at least one maid was, she was thankful that no one saw her, because she didn't want to explain how her hair got this way. "Alease." She said to the maid as she opened the door and lightly pointed at the mess on her head. "Please fix this." And she was told to come to the bed and sit, that such a thing was easily fixed.

As her hair was tugged around she thought about what Brand had said to her, about the pleasures between man and woman. A part of her didn't believe, didn't want to believe but she knew that later that night she would find out. The mere thought of it brought a shiver through her.
"Lady Isobel, are you well?" Alease asked her and she nodded yes, hoping it hadn't been obvious what she was thinking of as she was told to stand up because her hair was finished.

"Thank you." Isobel politely told the maid and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her long hair, instead of being down as it once was, was now up in a beautiful mess of braids on back top of her head with small curls around her face and ears. She thought she looked more elegant, it showed off her long slender throat and wondered if Brand would like it as she stood up and started her journey down to the Great Hall.

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Once she had arrived at the door to the entrance she took a deep breath and before she could second guess herself she opened them and walked in. As she had guessed everyone was eating and laughing and she was thankful that not too many people were looking at her, but once she saw Brand her face started to get red once more. In her head she silently cursed herself but knew it couldn't be helped.
Slowly she began to walk toward him.
 
He sensed her coming long before he turned. The soft sound of her footsteps and the rustle of her dress betrayed her, but more than anything Brand caught the scent of her body. The subtle perfume of Isobel's skin, the hints of desire that lingered in the air near her. His preternaturally sharp senses noticed her before she even entered the Great Hall.

But he did not betray his knowledge, not even when Halfstan saw her approaching and bowed. Brand continued to speak, making plans for laying down three longboats in the coming spring, a means to strengthen his small fleet and allow him to patrol the coastlines... and raid neighbouring kingdoms as well, of course.

When she was almost within arm's reach, that was when he turned. With all the speed of a snake striking, Brand spun and caught her, his strong hands on her hips. Lifting her feet off the floor as though she weighed nothing at all, he leaned in and kissed her before she could protest. And then he kissed her again. The first had been a playful, brief brush of their lips, but the second lingered until Isobel heard hoots from his men, their fists thumping their shoulders or banging on the table in applause for their leader.

"My love, I have missed you so," he fell to one knee before her and kissed her hands, one by one, nuzzling against her palm. "Will you join me at table, Isobel?" Those bright blue eyes flashed and there was something animal in his smile. Something bestial as he rose and slipped his arm around her, drawing her with him and then lifting her up onto the dais without bothering to use the steps. He vaulted up behind her, pulled out her chair and bowed his head to his new father-in-law.

"An hour ago," he announced, his voice pitched to carry across the entire hall. His men fell silent, shushing the other guests. "An hour ago, I was wed to the most beautiful woman in all these lands. It was, to my shame, a marriage of convenience... one I shamefully forced upon the man who is now both my King and my Father." His men rumbled unhappily at that, but Brand held up a hand and grinned.

"But! I had not expected, when I married, to find love. Isobel, Lady Mine, I would have sought you, won you and wed you if you were the daughter of the poorest serf in the fields. And so I make this offer, Sire: all the lands I took from you, I will give you back. Only let me keep this woman, your daughter. I will go and win her a kingdom, if I must, but I will not steal from her heart's blood." Brand drew his sword and drove it into the wooden dais at her Father's right hand. His men were all on their feet now, roaring and cheering, pounding their fists against their shoulders and raising drinking horns to the rafters.
 
Isobel was so surprised at how nice he was being, she thought for sure he would go back to being the cold man everyone knew him as. She had squealed when he picked her up, and she was wondering how he even heard her because she was a very quiet person. None the less she knew she had liked it, that and the way he had kissed her, her heart still pumped as she listened to the position he gave to her father. It didn't surprise her and she thought it was meant to be a kind gesture, but her father didn't see it that way.

The King stood up, his face turning red, but not from embarrassment. "You can keep my daughter, you and her seem fond of each other already, and I will take back my lands as you suggested. I want to actually see your worth now that you actually have someone to be with you." He told Brand, determined to maybe backfire a little on him, hoping to spark something in him and make him react. "But please," he said to Brand with a smirk on his face, "enjoy the wine and the food, what is mine is yours son." With that he sat down and continued to eat.

While their conversation was going on, Isobel noticed the tension between them and hoped it wasn't something that would last a long time because she wanted them to like each other.
She watched Brand while he talked and while her father talked back and when she decided she couldn't do it anymore she looked down at her food, and took a small sip of wine. She wouldn't drink more than half a glass so she wasn't drunk when they bedded later that night.

She looked out at all of her husband's people, interested in how they responded to the man who led them. They looked every bit the barbarian way he had told her about but also in a calmed matter.
Shaking her head, she looked at Halfstan, glad that her husband had someone else to laugh around when she wasn't.
Her small blushing gaze made it's way back to Brand as she lightly bit on the inside of her bottom lip.
 
Brand absorbed the King's outraged anger with a bland smile. Bowing deeply he turned and sheathed his sword, then took his seat.
"It shall be as you wish, Father. In the morning I'll send word north. My men will leave Whitecliff and your daughter and I shall go on campaign. When next we speak, Sire, your kingdom will have a new province." The pure confidence on Brand's face drew dagger glares from the King's courtiers as he sat beside Isobel and kissed her hand, then poured her a cup of wine.

Lifting a mutton joint, Brand cut thick slices with his dagger, spearing them and popping them into his mouth one by one before addressing himself to a roast chicken stuffed with nuts and herbs.
"Which Kingdom do you fancy for your own, then?" He asked Isobel between bites of chicken, washing them down with a horn of mead that he drained in one long swig. "Einhard, with its rich mountains and dark winters? Or Martel, with its long seasons and many rivers? East, love? Or West?"

Slicing into a roasted parsnip, he nodded as one of his men refilled his drinking horn and he drained it again, eyes alight. He seemed excited, alive. The prospect of battle, of conquest, seemed to animate him. That, and his gambit was working. His men were ready, the levies he had recruited after defeating Duke Whitecliff's forces were already assembling. No one expected an autumn campaign. Winter was hard enough without fighting a war... but Brand and his Northmen didn't care about the milder southern winters. They knew how to fight and how to live through such weather. While the neighbouring kingdoms were hidden within their walls, his troops could move in small groups and seize forts, garrisons and leave the way open for his main force to strike.

It would be glorious... but it could wait. Tonight, he had his new wife to care for.

Lips drawing into a grin, Brand leaned over and murmured into Isobel's ear.
"I thought that I was ravenous," he purred, "but then I saw you again and realized that hunger is not for food, pet... it is for you."
 
While Brand sat down and was addressing her father she ate a little, but couldn't eat much because of her growing nervousness which ate at her stomach.
She was slightly worried that Brand wouldn't keep his word about staying gentle with her, but hoped that he would. A part of her believed that he would, as he was a man who was known always to be true to his word according to his reputation and tried to push the fear behind her.

Still she watched his men wholeheartedly, wondering if they would take small orders from her since she was married to their leader. Surely they had seen the amount of affection he had placed upon her in the small time they had been together, and her face blushed further as she looked down to avoid any gazes, afraid they would be able to tell what she was thinking.

Sighing as she took another drink of wine she glanced at her husband who had just finished talking to her father with his cocky grin. A part of her knew that she liked how confident he was, but another knew her father would hate it.

As he leaned forward and whispered into her ear she gasped audibly at his words, but only enough for him to hear her. She was shocked at him but she knew she shouldn't be.
She looked up to him through small nervous eyes, and saw that behind him, through the window, the sun was setting and since she couldn't eat because she was nervous she wanted to get it over with, but not with haste.

Slipping her fingers through his she decided to make the first move toward their bedding, knowing that he would have to show her everything later. She whispered to him, "My bedroom is the last door on the right in the left corridor. Take me there?" Her voice lightly trembled when she spoke.
 
He set down the chicken leg he was chewing the moment her fingers touched his, and smiled at her.
"My lady commands, I must obey." Brand told her with a smile. Cleaning his hands with a napkin, he pushed back his chair. "Grant me one moment, love."

Turning he hopped down from the dais and moved to where Halfstan sat. The two spoke briefly and then he all but ran back to her, sweeping Isobel up in his arms and carrying her through the hall to the cheers of his men.

Somehow he even managed to open the door to her chambers without setting her down, and soon he was closing the door behind them and setting her on her feet again. Rolling his shoulders, he reached up and caressed her cheek, tipping her head back and seeking her lips with a long, lazy kiss.
"I told you, Isobel, that I'd come to your bed when you asked me and not before." Those eyes burned as his hands slid down her back and drew her against him. "Tell me, love... is this truly what you wish?"
 
Isobel's heart was pounding against his chest when he swept her up, and the cheers of his men only made it worse. As he carried her to her room she could feel her face turning red, and wondered what he would think of her body when she was fully naked and had nothing to hide it from him.
But when he kissed her it stirred something inside her and she knew it was something she wanted.

When asked if she was ready she put her hands around his neck and up into the hair at the base of his neck slightly. Tip-toeing up to kiss him lightly on his lips. "Yes, I want this." She told him after pulling back slightly, and she knew that a part of her did want this, but another was also so afraid, so she told him of this as well. "Brand, I-I," She took a small, but deep, breath, "I don't know what I'm doing, and you'll have to guide me, I'm scared of what I don't know."

She looked up in his eyes, as she leaned her head slightly in the direction of his hand, it was so hot and while her eyes were on him, his hand was the primary focus. She was so close to him and she could feel his body radiating heat even with all of their clothing on.

She knew even in the darker room, he would be able to feel her blush, and knew there was no hiding it this time.
 
He felt her skin warm with her blush and Brand sighed happily. He couldn't help but wonder how far it might spread, and in spite of himself he longed to follow its hot glow down her body to find out for himself.
"Then you shall have it, my love." He growled, smirking. "Shhh, Isobel. I will guide you. My promise. There is SO much I long to show you..."

Kissing her again, he pulled away and moved to the windows, pulling the drapes open to let moonlight spill through.
"But first I want light. I want to see you, love. I want to admire the woman I have married." He laughed, as kindly as he could manage, and moved about the room, lighting candles and lamps one by one until the room was lit with a warm, golden glow. "Now, Isobel, I can show you. And I promise you that I will try to be gentle. Tell me, if it is too much. Tell me, if it is too little." He quickly stripped his jack and tunic, dumping them on the floor. His belt followed, weapons clattering, and then his boots.

Brand's scarred, muscled body glowed in the firelight, and he smiled as he beckoned her.
"Come here, lady mine. You've had ample chance to admire me... now it is my turn. Come here and let me see you." His eyes seemed to glow, sapphires reflecting the flames dancing about them. "You have nothing to fear from me, and no need for shame. Not with me. I love every part of you. Take off that dress, Isobel. Show me how proud you are of your beauty, here, where only I can share it." The low rumbling of his voice had a plaintive note. He wanted this. He wanted to see her, to touch her, to bask in that warm glow of her blush.
 
Isobel watched him as he moved around the room. She was so interested in all the way he moved and lit all of the candles. She liked the soft moonlight, liked the way it made the room feel romantic because she wasn't sure if she felt romantic; her nervousness was eating her alive.
She watched him strip, glad for the moonlight now because she watched the way his muscles moved and the silken strands of scars lured her in, causing her to want touch them, and love them.

Thankful that he kept on only his breeches she moved slowly over to him, to stand in the front. She tried to give him a soft smile, one that showed she wasn't nervous but she was sure he could tell she was by the simple way she looked at him. Before she stripped herself of the only garment she had on she reached up and kissed him, showing him that what was about to happen wasn't a mistake and that it was something she really wanted.

Reaching behind herself she started to unbutton the buttons on the back of the dress, realizing now that she could, and also realizing that before she had wanted him to touch her in the bath. That was why she made him undo the buttons and not herself.

She knew he would realize this and that made her blush only a little deeper because she knew what was going to follow her actions would make her blush ferociously. Taking a deep breath she tugged the sleeves down, revealing the gift on her arm that was still under the dress from the bath, and once the dress left her arms she tugged it down a little more and it fell to the ground. She wanted to shut her eyes, but she looked at him. This time she had no hair to cover her, as it was up. She could feel her nipples hardening from the cold night air and her body heating up from the blush running through her.

Her hands twitched at her sides, she wanted to cover to herself, but instead moved them back to his hair, since she was only an arms length away from him.
 
His chest rose and fell with every slow, deep breath. Watching as Isobel approached him, his hands lightly brushed her hips as she leaned in and their lips met. Brand let the tip of his tongue slip past her teeth to touch hers, but only for a moment. This was no time to distract her.

Blue eyes shining with anticipation, Brand watched as she undid the buttons down the back of her dress. Isobel could hear his breething deepen, see his hands open and close as he fought down the urge to take her in his arms, to throw her down upon the bed and strip her himself. But she was doing as he asked, and the northman forced himself to patience, wanting her. There was something he wanted more than Isobel, though. Wanting her to want him in turn. Wanting her to need him, as he was growing to need her. To share that ache.

His eyes shone down into hers as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her clad only in her wedding ring and the arm ring he had given her. Brand groaned softly, and she could see a tremor run through him as he looked up and down her body.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, bending his head to whisper the words in her ear. "So beautiful. I thank the gods that you are mine. You are a gift, Isobel. The finest gift I can imagine. Why else would I give away a kingdom. All I want tonight is you. Tomorrow... tomorrow I will go and take you a kingdom."

Soft laughter was warm on her neck, and then his arms wrapped around her and he was kissing her, a possessive growl welling up in the depths of his broad chest. Long, slow, passionate kisses, bending Isobel back in his arms as his tongue plundered her mouth and tasted her hungrily. Leaning forward until she had only two choices: cling to him or fall.

Brand moved back until his legs bounced against the bed, and then he was sitting down. Setting his love once more upon her feet, looking up at her now, his head level with her chest.
"I will show you everything, my princess." He told her, and there was a raw edge to his voice now, a growl much more bestial than any she had heard before. Strong hands roughened by labour and the hafts of weapons glided over her body, caressed her hip, stroked her thigh, slid up her belly and cupped one breast, tipping it up as he leaned his head in to catch her taut peak between his teeth and bathe it with his warm tongue.
 
Isobel liked the way he looked at her, the way his hands clenched and she knew he was trying his hardest to hold himself back. No one had ever looked at her like that and it made her inside melt for him. She liked the attention he gave to her; not even her own father would give her attention. She was glad for the marriage because when he leaned in to kiss her she wrapped her hands around him and she kissed him back. Her tongue sliding into his mouth while his was in hers.

When he broke it off and she heard the growl is made her heart speed up. There was something so animal-like about it, and she liked how he sounded so protective of her. And when he started to walk back she felt it when he hit the bed, and then she was standing up right in front of him.

As he leaned in she could feel her body trembling for his touch and she looked down, watching as he took her peak into his mouth.
She moaned and was surprised at her own sound. She didn't know such a sound could come from her with such a small gesture on her body; but then again she had a lot to learn.

Her back arched to him as her hands gripped his hair, wanting him to stay close to her body and not stop what he was doing. "Brand," She whispered huskily, her body filled with goosebumps that he created on her.
 
His beard prickled at her soft skin as he kissed and nipped at her breasts. His tongue drew a hot line along her cleavage and Brand laid a trail of kisses up the slope of her other breast, lapping at her peak with his tongue and then blowing cool air across it to tighten it further.

"I love to hear my name on your lips," he told her in a growl, and his teeth caught Isobel's nipple and bit down gently, just enough to ache. Just enough to tease. All the while his hands were stroking her sides, her back, caressing the curve of her spine.

Brand looked up into her eyes as he suckled, one hand in her hair, tilting her head forward until she was looking into his eyes. His teeth scraped at sensitive flesh, nipped at her and then his tongue soothed the gentle bite. Nipped again, harder, and his tongue swirled over as he suckled. Nipped a third time, a little harder, savouring her softness.

His left hand slid down her spine, and strong fingers danced over the moons of her bottom, tracing the curve and trailing slowly up and down the cleft valley between them as he kissed and sucked and bit at her.
 
Isobel's mind was swimming with everything that was going on with her. Each kiss made her flesh acquire more and more goosebumps, her blush growing but also trying to simmer at the same time. When he blew air on her nipples it made her wiggle a little, and she wanted to get closer to him, as close as possible.

She found that she liked saying his name, liked how right it sounded when it came out. It made her feel closer to him, like what they were doing was right, and out of passion, not forced marriage.

Each bite, suck, and lick on her nipples made Isobel finally move closer to him inch by inch until her knees were up to his upper thighs, and were pressed tightly against the bed. With her hands still in his hair she held him to her body, the aching in her nipples made her moan louder and her mouth was open slightly in a gasp.

While her focus was on his mouth, some of her focus laid with his hand. The movement it was creating behind her was causing her body to tremble even more. She didn't understand entirely what was happening to her, but she did know that between her legs was a pressure and that pressure was causing her to squeeze her legs shut to try and lessen what was continuously growing.

And she knew his hand would feel the tightening of her thighs.
 
Isobel's every response to his touches and kisses and caresses only spurred him on. As her hands tangled in his hair and pulled his face closer, he nipped harder, growing less gentle with her.
"Mmmm... I love the taste of your skin," he murmured, licking her ribs and kissing the undersides of her breasts playfully.

His hand on her bottom felt her thighs tense and Brand looked up at her, his other hand caressing the nape of her neck.
"Hush, love. No need for fear. If e'er you say stop, or that it hurts... I will obey you, princess mine. You are my love, I wish nothing but pleasure for you." The smile on his lips turned wicked, looking up at her, his face framed by her breasts, and his hand smacked her bottom teasingly, and then cupped one cheek of her rump and squeezed it. "Mmmm... your body is so ripe, Isobel. Like fruit on the tree, waiting for the right hand to pluck it." He licked his lips and growled as he began to kiss his way down her belly to her navel, circling it with kisses. "I cannot wait to sink my teeth into you, pet, and feel your juices running down my chin."

Laughing, a wanton sound, he lifted her and turned, letting her fall to the bed. Brand stood and moved over her, still clad in his woolen trousers, one thigh forcing her legs apart as he kissed her mouth and then began kissing his way down her body, growling with every inch until he lay between her thighs, hands caressing Isobel's hips and his mouth nipping and sucking high on her inner thigh, right over her heartbeat.
 
As much as Isobel was blushing she would've thought she could never look at a man, not as he did the things Brand was doing to her. But she found that even if she might want to, her eyes knew where they wanted to look. As he kissed over her stomach and and her breasts she could feel her pulse rate quicken, knew that she liked the special attention he gave to each part of her. With the words he said to her and with each caress she found herself anticipating everything he did, no longer fearing what she didn't know.

When he told her that he wanted to feel her juices run down his chin she didn't know what he meant, but with her watchful eyes she came to a conclusion when his head appeared between her legs.
As he focused his attention to the sensitive spot on her thigh she could feel the pressure deepen in her stomach. The attention he gave caused her thigh to twitch under his mouth and she was astonished at how her body reacted to what he did to her.

With her hands at her sides she took a deep breath and for once she let her eyes close, focusing instead on the sensations she was feeling. Without meaning to, her hips lightly rose off of the bed under his hands, as if wanting his mouth and reaching for it.
 
Brand's growl was transmitted to her skin through his teeth. His eyes burned deep and blue, with a heat that seemed to mirror the tense pressure building in Isobel's belly.
"Oh love," his growl turned into a groan as he moved slightly, looking up her body, his beard rubbing against her inner thigh.

Then his lips were on her secret flesh, brushing the curls that crowned her mound and moving lower to press a kiss to her sex. And another. And a third.

The fourth kiss released his tongue, and its hot tip slowly traced Isobel's nether lips, reading her reaction carefully.
"So beautiful," he groaned, breath ruffling the tuft of down before his lips pressed hungrily to hers and his tongue sought her entrance for the first time.

Sought, and found. Slipping slowly into her, the taste of her body dragging an animal groan of pure pleasure from his throat. Brand lifted her hips, pressed his mouth forward, letting his tongue penetrate deeper, until he felt it tease her maidenhead. Then he withdrew, lapping at her entrance like a cat with a saucer of cream.

At length, he let his tongue move up, seeking out the apex of her sex, finding that little pearl hidden within and gently teasing it free of its hood. His tongue touched it, once, and then a second time. Lips brushed it, and then fastened around it, and began to gently suckle on her, tongue tip caressing the core of her pleasure carefully, wanting and needing to bring her completely to her fall.
 
Isobel had never thought in her wildest dreams that she would have a mans mouth on the most private part of her. She used to think of it as being forbidden, something even a husband and a wife shouldn't do, but as his mouth and tongue worked on her, she knew her thought on the subject would be quick to change.

She could feel the pressure grow and when he kissed and licked her down there, at first when it was light and loving, her mouth opened more in a bigger gasp. But as he went deeper she could feel her back arching up, her hips pressing towards him, clenching in his hands.

"Brand." She gasped out when he started to suckle on the center of her pleasure. She could feel her inner thighs wanting to twitch and occasionally she couldn't hold it back and they would.
Her hands gripped at the blanket underneath her and she could feel herself growing so wet, even though she had never been wet before tonight. Everything he touched made her throb, she could feel each tantalizing stroke of his tongue, knowing that she needed it to stay there.

Unable to hold them back anymore, her hips bucked underneath his mouth and she cried out, enjoying this ecstasy feeling for the first time.
 
Feeling her move and respond to his intimate kisses and caresses only urged him on. When she arched and gasped his name, Brand ground his beard against her sex and his tongue increased its pace even more. The way she tensed and clawed at the bedding told him she was close, but he wouldn't stop. This night was for her as much as for him. She was his bride, his woman, and he would give her all the pleasure he knew how.

As she cried out, his insistent tongue grew gentler, his kisses slowing but not stopping. Drawing out her pleasure, easing her down from her peak as she rode out her orgasm. Finally his strong hands lowered her hips to the bed and he began kissing his way up her body, finally seeking her lips in a long, languorous kiss. Isobel could taste her juices on his tongue, his beard was soaked with her nectar and the scent of it filled her nose.
"Mmmmm... oh love, that was delicious." His wicked growl was soft and low when he broke the kiss. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I, pet. I will wish to drink from that fountain often." His blue eyes glittered with a warm, wicked light as he spoke the words, his rough hand sliding down between her thighs and gently stroking the lips of her sex, parting them for one finger to slide into her wet heat. Not far, just enough to tease her entrance.

One by one he dipped his fingers into her, just an inch at first but then a little deeper, as he curled his index finger inside her, pressing upwards as he withdrew. Then his middle finger delved deeper still and Isobel felt him touch her maidenhead.
"Are you ready, Isobel?" Brand asked her gently. "Do you want it all? Or is this play enough for you?"

Without waiting for her answer he rolled away from her, standing and undoing the ties of his trousers. Letting them fall, he stood naked, looking down at her like a starving man at a feast. His manhood stood out before him, thick and proud, bobbing with his heartbeat, rising from the nest of curls between his thighs.
"Do I please you, Isobel?" He asked, as he began to crawl back onto the bed, unashamed. "I am yours, love. To touch. To tease. To explore." He lay down beside her on his side, his cock pointing towards her. A jewel of precum formed at the tip of its purple crown, glistening there. Looking down, he smirked. "This is what you do to me, pet. This is yours, as you are mine." Reaching out, Brand took her hand in his, kissed it and pressed it to his chest over his heart to let her feel the steady thump of his heartbeat.
 
When her orgasm ran through her she screamed out his name. It felt right for her to want this and want it she did. With each aftershock of her pleasure her body lightly convulsed and a small gasp left her. And when he kissed her she liked the way she tasted on his lips, she kissed him almost hungrily, biting his lip accidentally, but liking how it felt so she did it again. It gave her a sense of calming peace that she never thought she would feel and it took away some of the nervousness, even though her face remained red.

When he got up off of the bed she watched as he took off his trousers. Her eyes followed his hands, and when the pants dropped to the floor she gasped almost loudly when she saw his manhood standing. It was huge and she thought for sure there would be now way for it to fit inside of her. Of course she had felt it before when they were bathing but now that she actually saw it she hoped her small fear would make it larger than it actually was.

As he moved back to the bed to her she moved closer to him. She was sure that it was more intimate for her than it was for him, because it was apparent that he wasn't as nervous and she was afraid she would mess up.
When he moved her hand to his heart she let it stay there for a moment, glancing from his face to his manhood. She let her fingers slid over his scars, the deeper ones that were jagged. She thought they were beautiful.

"Brand, I want this." She whispered to him and leaned in to kiss the scars on his broad chest. She did want this, it made her feel cherished, like she was porcelain and she would break if he pressed too hard. She liked it and smiled while kissing his scars.

Her hand traveled down his navel to his manhood and her small hand wrapped around the head, her thumb rubbing over the top where the bead of precum was.
 
Watching Isobel glance down at him, he smiled softly and leaned in to kiss her lightly, just once.
"As do I, darling one." Brand's voice was a little husky as her hands explored the scars that marred his body. She heard him breathe deep and hold it as her lips touched his chest, tracing an ugly weal of pale skin where a white bear had clawed him one night.

Isobel felt him tense as her hand slid lower, and his breath hissed from him, head tipping back as her fingers touched his erection. His hands clenched into fists, Isobel could hear his joints creak at the sudden tension in him as she grasped him and began to rub her thumb against his tip.
"Woman," he breathed through clenched teeth, "you'll be the death of me."

Leaning in again, he kissed her, letting her feel his heat and hunger. His breathing came faster now, with the contact of her small, soft fingers.
"You have a choice to make, pet." He said, teeth showing in his smile and his eyes half-closing as his hips moved forward against her hand, craving more sensation. "Do you continue to play? Or let me make you a woman in truth?" The wicked grin on his face left her no clue which he would prefer.
 
Isobel deeply enjoyed the way his body reacted to everything she did to him, from the deep breathing to the clear tension in his hands. She liked that he was letting her choose, she knew he was so much more powerful than her, yet he held himself back and that made her smile widely inside.

"Brand." She whispered to him, and looked up at his face after he had kissed her and asked her of her choice. It was clear which she wanted but she wanted to play with him just a bit more before she answered his question. Smiling at him with an equal grin, she slid her body down his until his manhood stood proudly before her face.

Remembering everything he had done to her she moved her hand to the base and moved her small mouth over his tip, letting her tongue curl around the slit at the top. She could feel his heartbeat through her mouth and it made her moan to know that she did that to him. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, letting her tongue run underneath the smooth curve of his tip, letting her hand pump at the bottom. Without letting him get to into it she pulled away and kissed up his body, her hand still on the base, until she reached his neck.

"Make me a woman Brand." She told him and because this play was making her feel like she had an almost power over him, she bit his neck, lightly suckling on him.
 
His jaw clenched as her fingers toyed with him, stroking his hard length in a way that made him growl. Though his blue eyes were narrowed to slits, Brand saw Isobel begin to slide down his body. His broad chest rose and fell as he anticipated her next move, and as her lips first touches his cock Brand groaned aloud.

"Isobel!" The word was torn from his lips, hoarse and hot and needy, as his wife let her tongue caress the crown of his stiff member. Almost panting, his hips twitched and she saw his hands reach for her only to stop and tremble in midair as he clenched his fists tightly. It was killing him as she took him in her mouth and toyed with him, his cock lurching against her tongue and giving her a taste of of his precum. Salt and a hint of the musky scent that clung to him, like smoke and deep forests and wild beasts.

Brand made a low crooning sound as she pulled away from him, his shaft twitching, harder than ever and glistening with her saliva now. His hands caught her as she spoke, but he didn't reply, simply threw her down on her back and raised himself over her on his fists. Already he was breathing like a winded stallion, but the light in those hooded blue eyes told Isobel that it was hunger for her and not exhaustion that had him breathless. One muscled thigh forced her legs apart and then he was moving, taking her hand, pulling her fingers from the base of his cock.
"You please me so, pet." Brand growled to her, kissing her, not caring that he could taste his own manhood as his tongue thrust into her mouth. "Another time, I'll let you finish what you began with these lovely lips. Another time."

The tip of his manhood found her sex, pressed against her as he forced her legs father apart. Looking down into her eyes, Brand rubbed the head up and down her nether lips, wetting himself with her juices, letting her feel the size and weight of him at her entrance.
"You'll be a woman, Isobel." He growled to her, biting her earlobe hard. The plum-coloured knob of his manhood found her opening and began to press forward. "My woman!" Stretching her open slowly, as gently as he could. His large hand held her hip as he moved scarcely at all, and then Brand's thumb was at her pearl, rubbing in slow circles in time with the insistent pressing of his cock. "It will hurt, love." His husky voice warned her. "But that will fade, and then I will give you such pleasure..." His voice trailed away as he began to rock his hips forward, pushing the head of his manhood into her tight silken heat, only stopping when he reached Isobel's maidenhead.

"Mine!" His beard brushed against her neck as he kissed her throat and then moved. In one slow thrust he broke the last barrier holding him back, thumb still stroking her center. Brand's cock drove deep into her until he was sheathed in her to the hilt, pressing deep inside, joined to her in the most intimate way. In that moment, they were one.
 
Isobel thought the way Brand responded to her was as delicious as it could get. She liked it so much that she was almost sad when he removed her hand from his cock. A small yelp of surprise left her when he put her on her back. She knew what was coming and it made her skin crawl almost in anticipation.

She let herself completely relax when his cock found her entrance, when he had rubbed his cock over her, her hips had lifted almost as if they had a mind of their own. She could feel how large he was and knew her small fear now had nothing to do with how big it was in actuality. Taking a deep breath she prepared herself for his incoming intrusion. The rubbing of her center made it easier and she knew it would slid in easily until it came to the maidenhead due to how wet Brand had already made her.

When he quickly thrust into her, she screamed out lightly in pain. Her legs came up and instinctively wrapped themselves around him so she could squeeze him. Her arms came up so they could wrap themselves around his head which was close to her neck and she whispered "Yours." Into his ear.

It took a few minutes of calming breathing before she felt relaxed enough to move around at all, and when she thought she was almost ready her hips answered for her. They arose off of the bed a second time, but this time not in pain but in pleasure and a moan slipped past her lips. "Oh god, Brand." She found that she enjoyed the friction from having his cock inside her and knew that what he could teach her would be so good and she wouldn't even remember the pain.
 
He groaned in pleasure as he entered her, and once he was sheathed in her tightness Brand kissed her tenderly.
"All mine, Isobel. My woman, my wife, my pet. Mine." The words were low and breathless and passionate, but still he kept still as her body grew used to his intrusion.

Holding himself up on his elbows so his weight would not crust her, Brand covered her face and neck in kisses as he felt her hips begin to move against him. Smiling a slow smile, his hips withdrew until she could feel the crown of his shaft begin to stretch her opening, and then he rocked back into her in a long, slow thrust.
"Like that?" He asked, and she saw his head tip back, just a bit, muscles tensing in his neck and shoulders. The sweet friction of their union brought him pleasure as well, just as her touch and forbidden kisses had.

Leaning down, kissing Isobel slowly, his tongue matched the pace of his body as he began to move in her. Gently, slowly, Brand made love to her. Letting her feel every inch of their joining with each thrust. He took care, wanting her to remember this night always. Wanting to give her the wedding night that her peerless beauty deserved.
 
Isobel didn't know what he had meant before when he told her there would be great pleasure to come, until he pulled back out and went slowly back into her. The feeling made her groan and when he asked if she liked it his question was answered with a moan and the tightening of her muscles around his cock.

To her the friction was delicious and she could tell he also enjoyed it. As much as she liked doing this already she longed to make him come for her like he had deliciously made her do for him.
She always thought that the first time she joined with a man she would feel guilty over it, and somehow awkward, but she didn't feel any of that. Instead it just felt right to her, aside from the blush on her face that refused to leave.

With her hands fisted into his hair she let her tongue slide into his mouth to dance and play with his. Her hips lightly rose with each of his thrusts equally fitting the pace. He was so large inside her and she enjoyed how full she felt, both of him and of pleasure as a moan slipped out of her mouth and seemed to slid into his.
 
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