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Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

The groans and whimpers of his slender bride kept his hunger for her pleasure sharp, and Brand began to increase his pace. Slow and easy thrusts turned gradually faster, his body moving against hers. Brand's hard, muscled form hung over her, cleft her, forced her to yield to him with each thrust, and his kisses grew rougher and more hungry each time their hips met.
"Mine, Isobel." He growled against her lips as his manhood plundered her body, moving faster now, his gentle touch turning firm and possessive. "Mine forever. My beloved. My pet."

Her moan raised his hackles and as she met his thrusts Brand increased his pace again.
"What..." he purred to her wickedly, "what if I were to stop, pet? What would you do?" He laughed, stopped midthrust and his hand stilled the motion of her hips. Looking down into her eyes, smiling that wicked smile she was growing to know so well. The one that spoke of passion and persuasion and just a touch of cruelty.

But then he leaned down to kiss her again, and his hips drove forward hard and fast, driving his cock into her depths. Deeper, rougher, his lovemaking grew demanding as he ground her hips into the mattress and then pulled back only to pin her hips to the bed once more. Isobel could feel him, each thrust leaving her empty and then filling her once more. The length of him reaching deep into her, each thrust pressing at the entrance to her womb.
"Mmmmm... my sweet Isobel. Innocent no more, love." That wicked laugh was hot against her neck as he kissed and bit at her skin. "I'll make a wanton of you yet, woman. You'll beg for my touch. I make you that promise."
 
The words along with his touches made Isobel practically cry when he stopped for that one moment. A small whimper did come out though. She didn't like it when he just randomly stopped when she was so into it and her muscles gripped around his cock to make him want to continue.

"Don't stop, please Brand, don't stop what you are doing." She told him in hushed words that were almost moaned. She needed his cock inside her, craved that way he was so demanding. Like he needed her as much as she needed him. The small laugh he did made her skin crawl with goosebumps, but the laugh he used made her heart jump because she knew what meaning it held.

Tightening her grip on his neck so he couldn't pull away from the loving bites he was surely making, she moved her legs higher up his sides a little and wrapped them tightly, interlocking her ankles. She maneuvered herself so he could go deeper and he hit something inside her that caused a deep pleasure and it made her cry out loudly. She didn't know what this was, but it had sparked another orgasm within her and it was coming quickly.

Before she had any time to respond, it hit her, she screamed out and her back arched sharply, pressing her breasts deeply into his muscled front. "Oh Brand!" She could feel how wet he had made her, as she felt the juices from her core slide down between her butt cheeks as her body convulsed under and around him.
 
Still chuckling from the sound of her voice pleading with him, Brand gave Isobel just what she wanted. He drove into her, hard and fast, feeling her body respond even as he saw her eyes flutter and felt her nails on his skin.
"Yes, love," he murmured, urging her on. "Let go, Isobel. I will be there to catch you, when you fall."

And no sooner were the words leaving his lips then she was arching like a drawn bow and screaming his name as her sex trembled and clenched around him. Brand gasped and buried his face in the curve of her neck, his own orgasm following hers in a half dozen strokes.
"Mine!" The word was a low shout through clenched teeth, his hands crushing her against his body as he thrust one last time and poured out his pleasure for her in a dozen wrenching spurts that left him shaking and gasping with the release.

But even as his own pleasure rocked him, Brand continued to move in her, his body's rhythm slowing to draw out her pleasure, letting the waves of Isobel's release wash over him like the ocean.
"Do you still object when I call you pet, Isobel? Or are you learning to savour the word?" Brand asked with a wicked grin, his thrusts slowing until they were pressed together, sheathed inside her to savour their joining as long as possible.

Curling an arm around her, he rolled onto his back, cradling her against his broad chest, beads of sweat standing out on his skin. The smell of sex and sweat hung about them and Brand breathed it in, tasting her skin with kisses and nibbles. Within her, his softening cock twitched and she heard him groan as his hips moved, teasing them both.
 
Isobel felt it when he came inside of her and it made her feel happy for some reason. The way he said Mine so possessively made her feel protected and like he would take down anything that might try and harm her. She liked having someone there, someone who, to her, might be a complete stranger but it was a stranger that she intended to get to know fully.

When he moved inside of her still until he stopped she could feel her sex clenching around him still as if it wanted him to stay there and not to pull out. She heard his question, but waited until he had curled up and cradled her. When she answered she listened to the sound of his heartbeat, so steady and strong.

"I guess I don't mind the name, as long as I am the only one you call pet, after all you say it so lovingly how can I not?" She paused to think about that, and didn't know if he would have mistresses, which she hoped he didn't.

Her toes curled when his cock twitched inside of her, and now she could feel how tender she was with no friction present down there. "Brand how long will it take for the soreness to go away?" she asked him and curled up closer to his side, with her arm over his chest and her leg still over his thighs. She could feel how sweaty he was and she found that she liked the raw scent of her husband.
 
Arms wrapped around his beautiful bride, Brand groaned and stretched out beneath her, back arching like one of her father's hounds preparing for a nap.
"You are my pet, Isobel," he murmured, eyes half-closed and his voice growing softer as his body relaxed. "My wanton, wonderful, beautiful pet. I'll care for you and spoil you like a prized cat." Brand chuckled. "Would you like a collar, wife? With a little silver bell on it?"

One hand slid down, sought out their joining and his fingers stroked the lips of her sex as she mentioned she was sore. Raising his fingers to his lips, he tasted her and made a soft, satisfied noise as he sampled their spending.
"I hope it will pass quickly, my love," he murmured to her, hands stroking her belly and thighs affectionately. "I know I'm no easy sword, to fit so tight a sheath." With a disappointed sound, Brand lifted her off of his softening cock, drawing a deep breath as he slipped free from her. "But I am an old campaigner, Isobel, and I make my plans long in advance."

Growling, he laid her on the mattress and slipped from the bed, walking nude to the bundle of his things by the door. The candlelight lit his tanned body, sweat making his skin glisten. Bending, he lifted a small clay bottle and a wineskin from among his belongings. Coming back towards her, he crawled onto the bed, leaning in to kiss her and then held up the bottle.
"A tincture of willow bark, balsam and poplar buds." He removed the cork and offered it to her. "The taste is bitter, but it will help with the pain." Leaning on one elbow, he bit the stopper from the wineskin and lifted it to his lips. "This is to help wash the taste away."

Taking a long draught of the mead, he lay back and slipped one arm around Isobel's shoulders.
"Tomorrow we will ride north and then I think east to Martel. Green forests, rolling hills and rich farmland. It would make a fine wedding gift, don't you think?" His eyes gleamed with avarice at the prospect of war and conquest.
 
Isobel felt almost hurt that her husband wouldn't think of her a person, but instead as a cat, a mere object that he had gotten because of a bargain, but she tried to keep that away from her mind as she didn't want to turn the night sour. "No Brand," She told him with a slight chuckle herself. "I do not want a collar with a bell on it." Even though her tone was half hearted she was stern about it as his hand went down to stroke her. It made her gasp when he touched her and her eyes wanted to flutter closed.

When he pulled out of her and moved his fingers to his mouth, her eyes opened and she watched. The sight of him enjoying the way she tasted almost made her moan in itself. It was something that was truly erotic and for some reason she enjoyed it quite a bit.
As he offered her the drink to soothe her soreness she smiled in his thoughtfulness because she was truly hurting and the fact that he had thought of her before even making this trip made her smile as she tipped it back and drunk some of it. The taste almost made her gag but she managed to swallow it as her husband drunk some as well.

As he laid down next to her and slipped his arm around her shoulders she curled up next to him. Her face blushing because she realized how odd it felt without him inside of her. She was learning that he was solid and wouldn't leave her and that made her smile as she turned and laid her head on his chest, listening to his talk of the land he wished to have. "It is whatever you want dear husband, you are the one that goes to war, not I." She lifted her hand and started to trace the jagged scar she was becoming fond of on his chest. "How many days will it take us to reach our home?"
 
No stranger to women, Brand saw the disappointment in Isobel's eyes, but he simply smiled and held her closer.
"You'll understand, love. Soon enough. I am not a gentle soul, but you, pet, will have all the tenderness I have to offer. Of those who are not sworn to me, men and women are merely sheep to be shorn and driven. My own men are a pack of wolves to me, content to be ruled by me because I bring them meat and give them leave to hunt. Is it wrong of me to want you to be more than that? To wish something soft and sweet for myself?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead lightly. "You ARE my pet, Isobel. And someday my love, you will beg me to bell my beloved kitten. I already wear your collar, and if you so much as pointed I would tear the throat from anyone who offended you. Or even looked at you too long. You belong to me, and I am a jealous, wicked, awful man." He laughed and drank more of the mead, setting the medicine bottle aside and offering some of the honey-liquor to his woman. His kisses tasted of honey and alcohol and passion, and he growled as he moved against her, one hard thigh sliding between her legs and rubbing against her inner thighs.

When Isobel asked about their home his face clouded and he shook his shaggy blonde head.
"Oh love, did you not guess? We have no home. The land I stole from your father, that I used to bargain for your hand... I gave them all back to him tonight. Traded them for your hand, and got the best of the bargain." Brand grinned wickedly at that and kissed her fingertips before placing her hand back on his chest. "On the morrow when we ride out, it is as carefree raiders once more. The rest of my men are already moving, we knew this would be coming, one way or another... though they will not be happy that I gave back Castle White Cliff. There may be some trouble over that, when they're told." Shrugging away the possibility of violence among his men, either not worried or not caring that he might have to kill and maim among his comrades. "We will meet them in the forests six days north, invade Martel and steal ourselves another home." He smiled a cruel smile and then drew a deep breath as she caressed his scar. "Ten days journey, to the border. Another two to the castle I have picked out. I think you will like it, once we've evicted the tenants."

Brand leaned over and kissed her once more, a long and lazy kiss that grew deeper and more passionate as it went on. His tongue delved into her mouth, caressing her own, urging it to come out and play while his hands moved on her body, stroking her flanks and hips. Isobel could feel him beginning to harden again, his manhood pulsing against her belly as he drew her close.
"I will carve you a kingdom, my love. Place you on a throne, show your father my true worth. When all his enemies are fallen and all their lands are yours, then he will know that I am worthy to be your husband. Worthy to be your king." The words were murmured against her lips and then Brand began kissing down her neck, one hand sliding down her belly to stroke between her thighs, seeking out the lips of her sex, still damp with their spending.

Gently he curled two fingers into her wetness, withdrew them again and spread their mingled seed around one of her nipples. Brand looked up into her eyes as he caught it between his teeth and then bathed it with his tongue, lapping up their mingled cum eagerly.

His still sticky fingers he held up, offering them to her. His eyes met hers and he smiled around her nipple, teeth pulling on the sensitive peak, waiting to see if she wished to taste.
 
Isobel was fine with not having a home really, because she knew her husband was overly capable of getting them one. Probably a nice one, but she did wonder where she would sleep on the ride to their new place. In her thinking, she was very conscious of his thigh sliding between her legs as she was still so sensitive from their previous coming together. She could almost feel the heat rising off of it and had to stop herself from lowering herself to rub against him.

As he talked about violence possibly being among his men she frowned at that, but now for long since she was almost happy of his explanation for the reasoning behind the collar, although she would never wear one. She figured that the ring on her finger was good enough. Her mind wanted to wonder and think about the life she knew Brand would create for them, until he started to touch her again. She watched and focused as he touched her with her own essence, when his mouth was around her nipple her back arched in a gasp. It caused her hips to lower and to rub herself on his thigh.

When her offered her the fingers she wasn't sure if she wanted them or not, but knowing that doing it would be so erotic for both him and her she dipped her head and took his fingers completely, to the bottom knuckle, in her mouth. It made her moan and her eyes closed. She swirled her tongue around them and sucked on them eagerly. She wanted him to think of her mouth being somewhere else, somewhere she knew he wanted her to be.

Her hips slowly started to rub herself harder on his thigh, loving the friction from the thick hair there. Her hands traveled up to his head to both fist in his hair. She was in ecstasy at the moment, and she didn't want him to pull away and end it.
 
Letting his wife respond to his touch, watching her face closely, Brand growled and increased the pressure of his teeth on her sensitive skin. When Isobel looked at him then closed her eyes and sucked on his fingers she heard him groan and felt his manhood lurch against her belly with sudden desire. Pulling his hand away, he slid up to kiss her passionately, sucking on her tongue for long moments, thrusting his tongue past her teeth over and over, reminding her of his intimate kisses that had driven her so wild.

Breaking that kiss, her northman husband smiled that wicked, wolfish smile. Letting let her grind her hips against his thigh, Brand waited until her fingers twined in his hair and then, reading the ecstatic joy building up inside her, he reached down and stilled her movement with one hand.
"No." He told her, with a smirk. "Not yet, Isobel. There's something I want first."

Eyes glittering cold and blue, he pulled away from her, leaving her alone on the bed, laying on his side just in arm's reach. Those eyes travelled over her body, admiring her.
"You're my wife now," he told her, "and there is something I require in any woman I will love - courage." Brand smiled and one hand caressed his chest, sliding down his body. He was following the route her own fingers had taken, not so long before. "Show me your desire, Isobel. You cannot touch me, only yourself. Touch your body, the way you want me to touch you. Tell me how you want me to touch you. Look into my eyes, and show me you deserve to have my hands on your body again." That smile widened and his breath hitched as his long, thick fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock and began to stroke. He was pleasuring himself, watching her. Now he wanted her to reciprocate.
 
Isobel enjoyed the way her husband made her feel, it made her toes curl, but when he pulled away she almost groaned in displeasure. She watched him as he moved to his side, and yet he was still so close that she could smell the ecstasy on him, as if it refused to leave. She listened to what he wanted and it intrigued her, she had never touched herself, she wasn't sure how, but she wanted to please her man so she figured she would try it.

For a moment all she did was watch him, the way his fingers curled around himself. She longed to put her mouth back there and draw from him the sounds she was so eager for him to make. She decided that later when he wasn't expecting it she would try it.

Moving herself till she was lying on her back, but still close to him as she let her hands travel down her body to rub and twist lightly on her nipples for a moment. Moving her head sideways she looked at him. The crimson blush returning quickly to her face, and hoping she was doing as he asked she allowed her hands to travel between her legs. Leaning almost sideways she let one hand travel behind to insert two of her small fingers inside of her and the other hand was in the front, working on the center of her pleasure. At the first touch of her fingertips it took a couple seconds to get it correct and when she did a small "Oh" slid from her lips.

Her two fingers went in and out slowly, drawing out her pleasure though she was still very wet from before. Her middle finger moved in circles over her peeking clit as she looked into the eyes of her husband.
 
Those blue eyes burned into her as Brand watched her hesitate. He followed her gaze down to where he pleasured himself, slow strokes of his hand just enough to keep his lust smoldering hotly. Allowing himself a low groan as Isobel lay back and began to slide those slender fingers over her skin.

Licking his lips, remembering the taste of her skin, Brand leaned closer. His breathing deepened as she blushed and looked at him.
"You are so beautiful, Isobel." The whisper of assurance was husky. "From the moment I saw you I wanted you." His smile widened and he leaned over as she touched herself, bringing his lips to hers and kissing her. "Don't stop, I want to watch. Show me that you want me as much as I want you." Brand kissed her again, his hand releasing his manhood to touch her instead, cupping her breast in his palm as he deepened the kiss.

Long and slow and tenderly, Brand feasted on Isobel's mouth. His thumb circled her nipple, lightly, flicked it playfully and then pinched it.
"I love you," his words were a growl as he kissed his way down her chest and caught her other nipple with his lips, drawing it in and biting down slowly just to see how she would react.

The northman was aching with lust, wanting more than anything to take her again. Brand's self control was slipping, and as he glanced over at the window and the stars shining outside he wondered if Isobel guessed how difficult it was to master himself around her.
 
Isobel watched for a few more moments his hand at his member. The way his was so sure of his movements only made her want to for drawing out her own pleasure under his gaze that much more intense. She liked the way he tasted and pulled on her body as if a taut line that he wished to break in the most sensual of ways.

His compliments of her only caused her blush more and the way he said the words, the words that every woman wanted to hear but when they were actually said the woman didn't know what to do. Isobel didn't want to say it back until she was absolutely sure. She wanted to make sure what she was feeling wasn't entirely good looks and lust, wanted to make sure that she actually cared for him before saying the words she wouldn't be able to take back.

Instead of continuing to play with herself like she knew Brand wanted, she decided to go against the grain and do what was itching at her. Especially while she had the courage and the feeling of a small superiority over him.

Removing her hand from herself she slid down his body, easily biting her way to his manhood. When she reached it she removed his hand from his shaft and before he would be able to protest she moved her head in. She let the head pop into her small mouth, one hand wrapping around the shaft and the other rolling the balls around. Taking him in inch by inch she allowed her tongue to swirl his length.
 
The way she blushed as he teased her and murmured soft words to her told Brand all he needed to know. His hands on her body teased her, urged her on in seeking out her pleasure.
"Isobel?" Brand's voice was soft but surprised when she pulled away and began to kiss her way down his body, lips caressing his chest. and the flat planes of his belly.

Brand was about to grab her, pull her away, punish her for disobeying him but then her hand grasped his manhood and her mouth engulfed him and he groaned aloud.
"Oh you wanton little minx!" Her husband actually laughed as he stroked her hair and leaned back, encouraging her. "Mmmm... don't you dare stop, love, or I'll have to punish you." Those blue eyes gleamed wickedly and he drew a deep breath as his back arched.

His hand in her hair urged her on, wanting more of her mouth. Sitting up, Brand grasped her waist and lifted Isobel as though she weighed nothing, turning her about until her hips were in reach and they lay head to toe.
"Let me return the favour, beloved," he growled, and then his lips were pressing kisses to her belly and lower. Brand's hands caressed her round bottom and then burying his face between her thighs.

Growling, his beard grinding against her sex, Brand began to kiss and lap hungrily at Isobel's pussy. His tongue parted her lips and delved into her, wanting to return the pleasure she was giving him.
 
Isobel loved the way she could make Brand respond to her. She knew he was trying to make her want him all the time, knew that sex would probably be something they could share often. But nothing would ever be as sweet as the groaning of her husband under her tongue and hand. She heard his comment about the punishment and reddened slightly as she had no intentions of stopping.

As he picked her up slightly she was careful not to scrape his cock with her teeth as she was set a top him. She had no idea what was going on, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out and soon she found herself arching to his touch and moaning around his manhood, causing an almost vibrating sensation.

It was a very erotic sensation to her doing both at the same time. She found that she liked it very much and decided she would do this to her husband when she wanted. She would make him want it and hopefully pull him in to have a little power over him.

Moving her head up and off of him she kissed her way down the side of his impressive shaft, all the while her inner thighs were starting to twitch from the pleasure he was giving her. With one hand playing with his manhood, slowly, almost tantalizing, her head dipped and caught his balls in between her lips. She was almost confused on what she should do because alas she had never done this before but the noises coming from him soon made up her mind for her. She rolled them around with her tongue licking and sucking on them, her other hand lightly scratching him on his thigh.

Isobel could feel how wet she was getting because of Brand's licking. She felt wondrous and would be almost sad when this was over, even though she knew if she wanted it back it would be easy to achieve.
 
Body moving in time to Isobel's tender attentions, Brand groaned and controlled an urge to grasp her head and force her to take more of him. His own lips and tongue sought out her center and he feasted on her body hungrily. Brand's long, thick tongue delved into Isobel's sex as he arched beneath her.

"Oh lady mine.." Brand growled against her pussy, one thick finger and then two thrusting deep into her as she mouthed and teased his balls. "Oh that is wonderful, pet. Mmmm and to think my darling didn't need to be asked." He laughed again, but the motion of his hips, the slow rocking motions that urged her on. His left hand, broad and warm caressed her shoulders and nape as she teased and toyed with him, while his right hand thrust more insistently into her wetness and his mouth sought out that pearl in her apex and began to concentrate all his efforts there.

His beard rubbed against her mons and inner thighs as he lapped and sucked and worked his fingers deep into her.
"Uhhh.. shall we finish this way, Isobel?" He asked her, fingers curling into her hair as he pleased her. Brand's cock grew ever harder, the velvety shaft throbbing beneath his wife's caresses. "Or do you want me inside you once more? I want both, so I leave this choice to you." Those two fingers penetrating her curled, pressing a spot inside her. Arching beneath her lithe body, Brand began to breathe faster, his breath hot against her core.
 
Isobel could feel the way her husband wanted to grip her. She was glad he didn't because she was having fun teasing and tempting him. As he moved closer and around her she moaned louder and longer. He knew everywhere to go and exactly what to do. She could feel perfectly every detail of what he felt like. She enjoyed being on top of him and having this control, although small, it was still there.

When his mouth found her center she moaned loudly as her thighs bucked against the sides of his head, going forward toward him. She could feel herself nearly dripping and her entire body blushed because of it. Wanting to really drive him crazy she slowly let his balls slip from her mouth, tantalizingly letting them slip off of her tongue. Moaning really loudly because of his fingers over her spot she licked his cock from the base to the tip, letting her tongue swirl around the curve of the bottom of the head. She found the sensitive spot near the top and licked it over a few times, liking the way he jerked under her tongue. Without warning she dipped her head and took his entire impressive length in her mouth and down her throat, thankful for not having a gag reflex. Quickly answering his question of which way she wanted it done.

She bobbed her head up and down, one hand sliding down to pleasure and massage his balls while the other gripped his thigh. She could feel herself climbing higher each time the spot was touched and knew it wouldn't be long. Deciding to go quicker and giving him no mercy she let her head bob quicker, wanting his pleasure to be as intense as it could become.
 
His wife's moans and movements urged him closer, fed his lust and fanned the flames that burned for her. Brand lapped and kissed and sucked at her insistently, his fingers stroking her, pressing almost eagerly into her wetness as his tongue tried to be everywhere at once.
"Uhh... woman!" His grunt of pleasure was harsh and his teeth scraped her pearl teasingly.

Isobel's choice was obvious and Brand didn't object. Groaning loudly when she swirled her tongue about his crown, he slid his hand down her spine and pressed her hips down, grinding her pussy into his mouth as he began thrusting his fingers more quickly. His need to be gentle was falling away in the wake of his oncoming orgasm, and Brand was coming ever closer to that edge.

Then she took him, all of him, and Brand did lose control. His fingers dug into the cheek of her ass hard and he bit and sucked on her dripping, tender pussy lips, anxious to bring her with him past that peak.

But it was more than he could handle, and as she bobbed her head quicker he gave in to her.
"Isobel!" His howl of pleasure was bestial and his cock swelled and twitched in her mouth, then exploded with jet after jet of his salty-hot cum, filling her mouth and then some as he poured out his lust for her.
 
While Isobel moved her head over her husband's cock she felt magnificent. She loved the way he lost it as her tongue swirled around and her head quickly bobbed. As soon as his cum hit her tongue she moaned in taste of it, she loved it and the way it made her feel only added to the pleasure she was already feeling.

She could feel herself rising and rising and when his teeth would occasionally scrape her and she lost it as well.
Moving her head off of his cock, she swallowed his cum and moaned loudly "Oh god Brand," and her entire body shuddered on top of him. She could feel her pussy convulse ever so slightly over his tongue as his fingers gripped her.

When she was sure that she was finished moaning and her aftershocks were done she moved her head back down to his cock, her want for his cock not entirely sated. She cleaned him off slowly, her tongue traveling from the tip to the base, and repeated ever so often. She made sure there was no more and slowly peeled herself away from him, to lay next to him.
"Oh Brand," She said, her fingernails lightly treading through the hair on his muscled thighs. There was a warmth spreading through her and she wanted to say she loved him back, but was again too afraid to.
 
Coming down from the heights of pleasure, his fingers slid from Isobel's body and his hungry bites and licks relaxed into gentle teasing kisses as her own orgasm finally ended. Brand groaned and then gasped in discomfort as Isobel took to licking him, cleaning his cock with lips and tongue. Biting back a yelp as she teased his sensitive member, he lay back and let her, his heart swelling in his chest when he remembered the shy and frightened girl he had teased so mercilessly only hours before.

Finally she lay once more in his arms and he kissed her unreservedly, silencing her whisper with a passionate embrace.
"Oh Isobel mine," he said with a laugh. "My lady, my love, my true heart... if you were not my wife and a princess, Isobel, I would drag you away to be my bond-maiden." He caught her chin between finger and thumb, kissed her again and looked into her eyes with deep affection. "You'd look well in a steel collar, my brand on your hip, just here." his hand traced a rune high on the curve of her hip. "I would teach you all the ways to please a man, since you seem so eager to learn." His laughter was dark and wicked and wonderfully naughty as he nuzzled her neck.

"Mmmmm you're lucky, Isobel mine, that I love you so. You would make a marvellous slave-girl. Any man would be lucky to own you... but I have you now, and I will never let you go." He was kissing her neck and shoulder, his eyes closed, voice sounding sleepy. "My Isobel. I know you fear me, love. You have reason. More reason than you know... but I will never harm you, pet. Never."

Rolling onto his back, pulling her with him until she was nestled in the crook of his arm, his right arm following the curve of her spine, letting her rest her head on his muscular chest. His right hand caressed her round bottom while his left sought out her hand and placed it over his heart, covering it with his own.
"This will be more than a marriage of convenience, Isobel. You will be my queen. I will be your prince. I swear it, by my heart's blood, by the fang and the claw and the full moon's light." He closed his eyes, chest rising and falling as his breathing grew deep and slow and even. The heat of his body was enough to drive back the chill, and both of them glowed in the light of the many candles, the sweat of their lovemaking glistening like dew on their skin.
 
Whilst Isobel lay in his arms she listened to his words, and was oddly intrigued by the things he talked about. She had never heard of someone being a sex slave and wondered how it would feel. Surely it would be fun at times, but others maybe not so much. To her it would feel as if you are below the master instead of the same like king and queen.
As he traced the rune on her hips goosebumps raised in the trail, causing her body to shudder slightly.

She did believe all he said about loving her and never hurting her, but that had her wondering about what all she would have to be afraid of. To her he was a just a man, a mesmerizing, stubborn man, but still: just a man.
"I have never heard of a sex-slave Brand, I almost doubt that I would ever try it." She told him, but she had said almost because a part of her was curious and ever so eager to find out what meaning it held.

As he rolled her over with him she found herself smiling as he cuddled her up to him. He was really warm, warmer than she and it made her move closer to him. Her leg placed over his thighs, she lightly pulled herself to him, making sure there was no open space available.
As they lay there and he starts to go to sleep she cranes her neck slightly to look up at him. She observes the curve of his jaw, so strong, and the way his lush lips are. It was a face she could look at for forever and she lightly kissed his cheek.

To her he was already 'asleep' so she whispered " I love you." thinking he could not hear her.
 
Brand slept deep, cradling Isobel in his arms and dreaming of things to come. He never heard Isobel's words, but even in his sleep his arms drew closer about her. In his sleep Brand seemed perfectly relaxed and almost innocent, at odds with the wicked energy he radiated when awake.

* * *

Her husband woke with the sun but lay there for a long time watching Isobel sleep. At length he drew away and dressed. Moving through the castle, he found a serving girl and asked her to bring breakfast to the princess' chambers, then found his men bedded down in the courtyard and had Halfstan begin rousing them.

Brand woke Isobel with breakfast and they ate in her chambers before he summoned one of her chambermaids to help her pack up what possessions she wished to bring with them. By midmorning they were ready to leave, and the carriage that Brand had bought was loaded with her luggage before they finally rode out through the castle gates. Her mother and father joined them for a tense but tearful farewell.

The first day took them out through the city and the farmlands around it. They stayed that first night in an inn, and Brand's men spread out through several fields. The townsfolk seemed very nervous about the sudden appearance of two hundred armed men in their community, but the fierce looking northmen seemed on their best behaviour... though the next day Isobel found herself no longer the only young woman in the troop, joined by a half dozen or so farmgirls who had run away in search of excitement or lured by the possibility of romance with a handsome foreign warrior.

The next three days had the convoy of mounted men, laden wagons and Isobel's carriage moving through farmland and then forests as they moved northeast towards the border with the nation of Martel. At night they slept in a pile of furs in Brand's tent, and each morning she woke in his arms. It might not be quite so lush and luxurious as her home in the palace, but Brand did all he could to make her comfortable, and during the days he often let her ride alongside him so they could talk.

Four days from home, they entered the thick forest known to all as the Thornwood. The road through had been cut centuries before by southern folk from the Sardian Empire who had once ruled all these lands, but one by one the peoples had risen up and thrown off their conquerors and now the folk of Caledonia, Martel, Einhard, Espada and Ligura were all free once more.

The Thornwood curled up along the borders with Martel, its trees high and thick and the undergrowth dense and filled with briars and hawthorn trees that made exploring a dangerous prospect. Each night their camp stretched out along the road, and the men seemed nervous enclosed on all sides by the high trunks of trees and the thick arch of leaves that all but blotted out the sun above them.

Their second night in the wood, Brand kissed her after dinner and then drew her aside when they moved to their home.
"Tonight I cannot stay with you, love." He told her, his face grave. "The moon is waxing full, and there is something I must do, alone. Gorm and Ottar will guard your door, none of my men will trouble you and any of the maids will come if you call for them. I will return on the morrow. You have my promise, love." Brand looked worried, and she saw him shuck his weapons and armour, something she had only ever seen him do when they were alone. Even at dinner he and his men went armed, and hardly a day went by when she did not see him practicing with his weapons, holding contests with his men in spear throwing, duelling with axes or knives or swords. The Nyorden were a rough people, Isobel was coming to know, and loved to show their strength and prowess in contests and challenges. Brand's men were constantly testing one another, wagering on who could lift the heaviest load or throw a felled tree trunk the furthest distance, who could climb fastest or run a distance more quickly. One of his guards, Ottar, bore a wicked scar on his cheek where, he claimed, a bear had bit him while he wrestled with it. From the laughter when he'd made the claim it was hard to tell whether he spoke truth.

But tonight Brand was leaving her alone, and going somewhere unarmed and unarmoured. She saw him leave their long, narrow camp and walk into the woods, clad only in boots, tunic and his woolen trousers. Not even a knife at his belt as he headed into the forbidding woods.
 
Isobel was happy when she woke up the morning after she had given her innocence to her husband. She had never felt so close to someone and it made her feel special, like someone actually cared and it made her smile as they traveled. In the meal they had shared she carried a blush through out, her mind easily rushing back to the night before.

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As they traveled she enjoyed the different sites of the lands. She missed her mother and father dearly but knew that a fair well was what she needed most if she was going to brave the world on her own with Brand. She needed to trust in everything they did together more and after all the traveling they did she was sure she had found out one way to prove it.

She was nearly heartbroken that he would not be able to stay with her in the tent but she nodded that she understood and would allow for him to go, as she would stay in the tent where he had said for her to. It almost broke her to watch him as he left without any protection and while it worried her she knew Brand was the type who could take care of himself should a problem arise.

After he had left Isobel was unsure of what to do so she walked out of her tent, telling Ottar and Gorm that they could accompany her to bonfire that everyone in her husband's troops seemed to be at. She thought it would fun and that it would pass some of her lonesome time while she was around everyone else. While she was there she laughed, even danced a little as some of the men drunk what little alcohol they were allowed to have with them.

As the night went on she started to become more and more tired with both sitting there and getting up to do stuff when asked, which wasn't very often. She wanted to feel useful but as her eyelids started to droop she knew it was time for her to return to the tent so she could rest. When her loyal guards started to get up as well she told them that they could stay behind and enjoy themselves with everyone else; that she was just going straight to bed. They seemed reluctant but when she reminded them that they were supposed to listen to her they agreed slowly and sat back down.

She smiled on her way back to her tent, wondering what her husband was up to but she was too tired to wonder for long. As soon as she was curled up and warm she was fast asleep.
 
Once Brand was in the forest, he began to run. He could feel the blood in his veins begin to boil, he knew what was coming with the full moon. Each night it grew harder to control the beast within and Brand was not yet ready to let Isobel know his secret. Tonight, and for each night that the moon was full, he would have to flee from her. As much as he longed for her, protecting her from this monster was important to him.

As the moon rose, he changed. Bones popping and cracking as his body expanded, a primal scream echoing from the ancient tree trunks as fur sprouted from his skin. His face lengthened into a muzzle, teeth grew into fangs and his scream became a monstrous howl as Brand fell to all fours.

His mind was alive with the need to hunt, and his newly awakened scnses could smell the scent of game. Running through the woods on his massive paws, moving fluidly from two legs to four back to two again, Brand followed the smell of deer. Leaping up into the trees, he surprised a yearling stag, dropping onto its back and breaking its neck. His white teeth tore the hot flesh and he feasted, his muzzle running red.

But meat was not the only craving of the beast, and soon Brand was retracing his steps, moving towards the encampment along the high road. More slowly now, careful not to let the sentries note his passage, the beast found a familiar tent and tore open the rear wall to enter.

There he saw her, the pale-skinned, red-haired woman that awoke his lust. As a wolf, her body almost glowed in his newly sharpened senses, the smell of her skin, the sound of her heart beating and each breath leaving her body. Brand panted, tongue lolling from his muzzle as he approached.

Isobel would wake to see a monster. Eight feet tall if it was in inch, broad shouldered and hulking, covered in silver-grey fur and with enormous hand-paws tipped with long, sharp claws. The creature's face was a long, bestial wolf's muzzle, a red maw filled with long white teeth and above it bright blue eyes that gleamed with more than animal intelligence.

Its ears went back as it approached, licking its chops at the sight of her. Not caring if she screamed.
"UrrrrrrrrRRRRRRR...." its growl began low and rose into a rumble that seemed to shake the tent as the werewolf loomed over her. "Mmmmy.... Miiiine!" A mouth never meant for forming words nevertheless managed that one, and then long, strong fingers were grasping her body. His hand was large enough that his fingers wrapped completely around her waist as he lifted her, and Isobel felt his hot breath as he turned and pulled her against his hot, furred body.

Tearing the side of the tent open, the heavy leather rending beneath his claws, the monster leapt out. Isobel heard surprised shouts, the clatter of weapons but the creature was moving too quickly and soon they were in the forest. Cradled in one strong arm of her captor, she was helpless as it carried her into the depths of the Thornwood.
 
Isobel had trouble falling asleep after she had awoken for a bit at first, tossing and turning about, deciding that she had too many clothes on and undressed to just her simple under gown that fell to just below the curve of her bottom. Eventually she got herself to fall asleep again and only after curling herself around a pillow. While she slept she did so deeply and without much movement.

Even in her sleep she felt a presence and when she woke up she thought she was still dreaming. Creatures like that didn't walk on two legs, and they weren't supposed to resemble a human either. As she tried to wake herself up faster she could see him coming closer, licking its lips, saying mine, causing a loud scream to erupt from her. Her body wanted her to move, to run and get out of there but before she had the chance the creature had already grabbed her and pulled her close.

She could hear everyone trying to save her, it warmed her heart that they already thought so much of her but the creature was too fast. She was so frightened and found herself screaming even after being taken deep into the woods. Through her instinct her hands had grabbed the long fur, afraid of falling.

As the creature ran she could feel how powerful it was underneath her hands, the long claws that threatened to cut her at any time in her stomach. There was no way out of the iron grip so she just hung on, and she found herself wondering why the animal hadn't killed her yet but she hoped that death would be a quick one when it arrived.
 
Brand knew what he was doing, but he was beyond trying to control his actions. The warm, soft form cradled in one monstrous arm was all the reason he had to continue, and in spite of her screams and the shouts of his men he never stopped moving. Long legs carried him through the forest, his rapid strides and bounds moving them deep into the wood.

Isobel felt the monster's heart beating beneath its ribs, like a blacksmith hammering iron. Its lungs worked like a bellows, and the heat of its body was more than enough to drive away the night's chill. The werewolf carried her for miles, but even in the dense woods it took only a short time before it reached its destination.

Moving into a moonlit glade, surrounded on two sides by forest and on the others by a curve of cliff face. A waterfall fell down the side of the granite, collecting into a pool that shimmered like silver in the moon's bright gaze. The beast set Isobel down on the soft grass by the water's edge, dropping to all fours. Blue eyes glowed in the moonlight, and ivory fangs shone as it crouched, watching her. A pink tongue lolled out, licking its chops as its sapphire eyes roved up and down her body, and then the werewolf reached out and tore the short night dress open as though it were no more than spiderwebs.

Rising on its hind legs, sniffing the shreds of silk in its paw, the creature growled. Between its legs Isobel saw the evidence of its lust, a thick red member beginning to extend as it moved closer and sniffed at her.
"Mmmmm...." Snapping its jaws, the werewolf leaned down and breathed in her scent again. "Mmmmmyyyyy Pet..."
 
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