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From Peasant to Hero (MaliciousLullaby and DudeMeister)

Ulric was relieved when she didn't recoil in shock at his words. He was about to stop her from moving, but soon saw her slowly move to her side and take his hand to kiss it in turn. Inevitably his heart began to beat faster in elation as he realized that there was a possibility for something between them.

"It was hard to get the words out, I admit. But I'm glad I did" he said as he felt her face against his rough palm. Ulric slowly caressed her cheek with his thumb, his other fingers gently brushing against her ear tenderly. He moved closer and knelt at her bedside to gaze at her eyes as he unassumingly let them drift over her beautiful face.

"The doctor said that you should rest for a week for the wound to heal. I was so relieved when he said you were out of harm's way, I was so worried I lost you. I promise I'll do anything I can to make sure you never have to endure that again." he said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Do you want me to stay or do you want to rest?" he asked
 
Elarinya smiled softly and she nodded her head. “I’ll be sure to get it out of you more often. I can be quite the stubborn lady if you remember well.” She grinned a little cheekily, watching as he moved to kneel beside her on the bed. “Shush.” She put her finger to his lips and shook her head. “I’m just sorry that we have to push our journey a little bit back until I heal. But perhaps it just means I can claim you for a little while?” She stroked his lower lip with her thumb, momentarily becoming transfixed.

Dropping her hand from his lips, she bit her lower lip. “I’d like you to stay. We have a lot to catch up on Ulric.” Not that there was actually much to catch up on. He fought as a knight under a new guise and she had lived the past few years in a convent as punishment. There didn’t seem to be much more than that except for the fact her heart yearned for him for years. She wondered and prayed to god that he was fine and not passed on. She felt hardly any remorse for her betrothed when he died in that tournament. She’d feel too much of a loss if he died and didn’t want to imagine a life without him, even if they were to never be together.

After she had been given leave to once more resume the journey back to her estate, they left and continued on and arrived at her estate thankfully without any other mishaps or dangers. The staff housed in the estate to keep it running in her absence came to greet them and took the horses to the stables, her things to her room and led way for the rest of Ulric’s fleet to rooms and their meals.

One of her servant maids led Ulric to dine with the rest of his fleet and the moment Elarinya stepped into the large foyer of the estate, she was swamped with many tasks that needed her tending to or her approval before she could enjoy her supper. She was to dine separately from the men as she was the only female that came along in this journey. It would be improper for her to dine with a bunch of men.

Although she wished that she could dine with Ulric, alone.

After dinner, she retired to her bedroom and she started to unpack her things. She didn’t need to, that’s what she had staff for but she wanted to. She liked doing things herself, she did things herself all the time when she was in the convent because aside from getting a little bit of special treatment because of her status, she learned how to look after herself. She was taught that the only two things she could rely on were herself and god.

Besides, she was hoping that once her staff went to sleep, she would be able to find Ulric and just spend time with him. The past couple of weeks from her time in healing to the journey, they had gotten closer. She knew he had affectionate feelings for her and he knew she felt the same for him, had always felt that way.

I wonder if he remembers that kiss when he was lying in bed after his scuffle that led to his banishment?
 
Ulric smirked softly as Ela professed to be stubborn and always so. It was true, and he'd have it no other way.

"I remember clearly how stubborn you were. Perhaps that's why we got along so well." he said with a chuckle as he weaved his fingers through hers. He gazed into her eyes as she spoke, before they drifted to her lips. Once again he wanted nothing more than to feel them pressed against his own, but he never acted.

"You must rest and heal up, it would be more problematic to rush the recovery process. The sort of wound that you were dealt doesn't go away overnight, even for the mightiest of men." Ulric said with a tone of concern before he felt her finger against his lower lip. He stopped speaking as he felt her touch, moving closer and closer in the same transfixion that gripped her...until she lowered her hand. It was hard to keep composure, but admittedly he was disappointed that they didn't kiss.

Her week in recovery was a welcome reprieve from their march. His army was well rested and well fed. As he spent more and more time with Ela, Ulric came to realize how much he cared for her, that he wished for her happiness...and how much he desired her. The two had been childhood friends, yet only a fool or a blind man would not notice how beautiful she had become. Their trip back to the estate went by without issue or conflict. He spared every moment he could to ride by her to talk, having provided her with a horse.

Having made it to their destination, his men had made camp both in and around the castle. It was planned that he would feast with his men in the main hall, but he had other dinning arrangements in mind. After speaking with his commanders, he retired to the quarters provided him. Freeing himself of all accoutrements of war, he approached Ela's door with a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Evening Ela. You've been so gracious to provide wine at our last meeting, that I thought you'd like to try a bottle of mine" he said with a smile when she opened the door.
 
She had just finishing hanging up her dresses and next moving onto the undergarments that matched said dresses, folding them to put in her dresser when she heard a knock at the door. Her heart leapt in her chest and she hoped desperately that it was Ulric. Ela rushed to the door but before arriving, she quickly composed herself so not to seem too eager. Besides, if she raised her hopes only for them to be dashed, she’d be greatly disappointed and would probably seek him out herself.

Her hand landed on the knob and she turned it, pulling the door open slowly. A smile appeared on her face, bright and jovial that lit up her eyes as her gaze landed on the wonderful and most welcoming sight of Ulric. “I’d most enjoy it Sir Anton.” She said his name that he was known by to the public, in case anyone was around to listen which she sincerely doubted. This was her estate and she dismissed suspicious or untrusting servants when the title passed onto her.

Moving out of the way, she gestured with her arm for him to come in and once he did, she shut the door behind him. She walked over to a small cart that had six wine glasses on it and a small little cooler that was freshly filled with ice for him to place the bottle of wine in. “Do the honors Ulric.” She took a seat in a plush chair and sat with her back straight, her bottom nearly on the edge of the seat and her hands resting demurely in her lap. She still wore her attire from earlier with her riding habit. She could change later.

“Did you and your fleet eat well enough? You are all welcome to eat as much as you like to make your stay here comfortable.” She realized that he might not be staying long. He said he’d escort her here back home because of the impending dangers that would plague their nation but he didn’t specify if he’d be staying. “Out of curiosity, how long will you be staying?” She hoped he’d be staying long. “Do you have other duties that will call you away? If not, I will pay handsomely to retain you and your forces.” She bit her lower lip. “To protect the estate and the neighboring villages.” She quickly added.
 
Ulric stepped in once he was invited, the smile upon Ela's full lips a lovely sight to behold. Upon surveying the room, it was obvious that she was in the middle of unpacking, spotting an open closet at the corner of his eye. Having noticed that she hadn't the opportunity to change, he surmised that she didn't eat yet.

"I hope that I didn't come at an inopportune moment. The wine can sit a bit to breath until you've eaten" he offered as he uncorked the wine and filled a pair of glasses. He noticed her take a seat at a plush chair, a couch at the other side of the table an obvious choice for him. But he would decide to be a tad bit bold. After placing the wine glasses and the bottle on the table, he pulled a chair over to sit close to her, taking a seat within arms length to face her. He looked into her eyes as she spoke to offer conversation. Small talk really. Not that he minded, he just wished to speak of...deeper things.

"My men are dining well. They're happy to be off the road and will appreciate the rest before we leave. We'll stay about a week here. I hadn't eaten yet. I wanted to enjoy your company" he said with a smile as he took a sip of the wine. At her inquiry about his service, he heard her developing offer to retain the services of him and his men for protection. He smirked slightly, appreciating what really was meant behind those words. Ulric would love nothing more than to stay at her side all he could...but it was a rather nasty territory dispute he had to mediate. Not to mention that one of the lords involved was Lord Hawkood. Previous experience dealing with him told Ulric that things could turn nasty rather quickly.

"Please Ela, I would never ask money of you. I can spare a regiment of men to garrison your holdings. They'll be from my own men-at-arms. I cannot risk setting mercenaries to the task. They're liable to grow out of control when they don't have to answer to their contractor." he offered, nursing the wine in his hand. It would be excusable to leave some men behind to guard her. As far as he knew she didn't have many soldiers of her own to defend her lands. His 'father' would understand. But he didn't come here to talk of business. Ulric didn't even bring his sword, which otherwise never left his side. Soldiering was the last thing on his mind right now.

"But please, I'd rather not talk of work right now. I came to be with you" he said
 
“Oh no, it’s okay I’ve had a little bit of my dinner but I wasn’t really hungry. I just wanted to get things in order.” The fact she wasn’t able to actually enjoy her dinner with the rest of her party kind of took away from her appetite. Sure, this was now her estate and she was the duchess but certain things were a matter or propriety even in her own home. So as much as she would have liked to, her staff would have a field day and she retained most of them that were under her father’s employment before he died—so they had been around a very long time and were accustomed to things going a certain way. She wouldn’t change that, the only thing was she had fired the man who had been teaching the armed forces on the estate, who was also the blacksmith.

She needed to fill that position. She wondered if she could retain Ulric for that, then it’d really be just like old times. But she knew he was far too busy for that. Taking a glass of wine when he handed one to her, she sipped it slowly and appreciated the taste of the berries and the fragrances that went into it. Ela watched as he took a seat in a chair he pulled forward closer to her so they sat very closely and she could still admire him. She smiled gently and nodded her head, glad to know his men were settling in well. She wanted to ask if they needed anything more but she let him continue on with the conversation.

They were staying for a week so that meant she could have him for a week. Or maybe a day or two out of that week since she was sure he’d be busy preparing to leave. She didn’t even want to think about when he would eventually have to leave. It made her feel pain and right now he was still here. She was going to enjoy that.

She opened her mouth to say something but he made it clear that she didn’t need to pay him, he could leave a small fleet to look over the estate but he himself couldn’t stay. She just forced a smile and looked down, nodding her head. “O-Of course.” She sipped her wine and looked at him. “You came to be with me?” She asked. “So what would you like to talk about then Ulric?”
 
Ulric took note of the slight disappointment on her face when he explained his predicament. Having treasured every moment they were together he was reluctant to part company with her. But his duties came first. It was for the good of the realm. Thousands of lives were at stake here, and there were innocents to protect from bloodshed. Ulric nevertheless kept his composure and did his best to spare Ela of all thoughts that weighed down on his mind. He wanted to see her smile, hear her laugh...and perhaps more. The two had only a week together before he had to leave, and he wanted to savor it with her. But then there came the delicate matter of how to openly express what he felt for the woman before him. Such a thing was far beyond whatever courage he had.

"We can talk about anything you'd like" he said, taking a sip from the wine as he gazed into her eyes. He drained the glass and placed it upon the table. It was time to come out with it.

"But I want to talk about us...what exactly do you feel for me?"
 
She wouldn’t elaborate further about her displeasure of the fact he would be leaving after a week. No, Ela was taught better than that and would rather spend her energy focusing on the time she did have with him. She took another sip of the wine he brought, savoring the taste of it. It was truly delicious and it was also giving her more courage for where she was sure their discussion would come to head eventually. She could feel it.

Their entire journey back, neither of them really rehashed what was said that night she finally got Ulric to admit that he did feel something for her, just as she felt something for him, far more profound than on a friendship level. She simply enjoyed his company and was sure he enjoyed hers and she was far more happy to ride horseback than in a carriage for the duration of the journey. It made it go by faster because she wasn’t bound like some noble, she was riding equally with the fleet and Ulric. Suffice to say, because of that alone, they didn’t run into trouble for the rest of the way.

Now she was home and had a week with him before he had to leave. And by the end of this week, she’d make him promise her one thing; he had to come back this time and she’d be waiting.

Glancing to him, she blinked her eyes. He was very straightforward about what they would talk about and she liked that. She wouldn’t complain because she wanted to get it all out on the table. All her cards were there for him to see. Placing her glass of wine down, she turned to him and straightened her spine, her hands resting in her lap.

“I am pretty sure I have been in love with you since we were young teens.” She said softly. Well, he wanted to get down to it so she was going to go in head first. “I knew it’s rather beneath me to love someone of your station but that never mattered to me. Alongside Clover, you had been my only other best friend and regardless of your station, you were someone very special with such a big heart and I know you are still like that today otherwise you would not have told me who you truly were, no matter how much I nagged you.” She said softly. “And I still do love you Ulric. It’s always been you. I would have settled for a marriage simply for the sake of being married, having children and a family and carrying on my family’s legacy with my potential betrothed’s name. I didn’t expect to see you again but I have and I can’t…” She paused and looked down, biting her lower lip.

She didn’t notice or realize that she was wringing her hands together like crazy, fidgeting. She couldn’t stop because she was baring her entire heart and soul to him and he could just decide to either take advantage of a vulnerable duchess or not feel anything at all like that in return. “I can’t settle for something I don’t want. I will not. I’ve no one to tell me why I can’t be yours or why you can’t be mine. It’s my decision and it’s my life and nothing can stand in the way of that so don’t think that it still couldn’t happen because it can.” Especially now since he wasn’t lowly in status. He was a noble, brave and gallant knight but even if he wasn’t, in the position she was today, she would take him as her husband in a heartbeat. She would then and she would now.
 
Ulric felt his heart beat faster as he heard Ela say what he wanted to hear for so long. Not a day went by in their time apart when he didn't think of her or what he felt for her. All those years in training he banished all hope that he'd ever see her again and yet providence brought them together again. This time there was a possibility of something between them. Ulric yearned for her more than he yearned for glory and riches. Those goals that he held so dear vanished almost a lifetime ago. Now all that mattered was her, and he wanted nothing more to make her happy. His eyes darted down to her fidgeting hands that were wringing nervously. Ulric looked up into her eyes and smiled at her sincerely. He slowly moved out of the chair and knelt before her to gently cradle her hands.

"You have far more courage than I do. I loved you since we've been friends, and I can't quantify how much more I love you now. I want to make you happy and to be happy with you. The thought of being away from you kills me" he said, his hand slowly flowing up her arm to cradle her cheek.

"I love you, yearn for you, and desire you far more than anything I wanted in the past." the words were no longer that of a knight, but simply of a man who bore himself to her. Ela meant the world to him, more than his knighthood or his honor.
 
Ela felt a sense of calm wash over her when his hands covered over her shaky and fidgety ones. Her gaze met his and she was astonished that he was right before her on his knees. It was romantic and her heart fluttered. She wanted nothing more than to take him to her and kiss him, pour everything else she felt for him that she hadn’t said right into such a deep, passionate and loving kiss.

She didn’t though because he began to speak and her heart started beating faster than it had been already. This was it. This was the moment. It was either she made it or she completely broke it.

But then he began to reciprocate everything she felt and her face lit up and a smile broke out onto her face. She leaned in close when he cradled her cheek and her hands came up to cradles his cheeks. Her forehead pressed to his and she closed her eyes, letting the weight of his words fill into her heart so heavily. He loved her, he yearned for her and he desired her far more than anything he ever wanted. Just as she felt for him, exactly the same.

Lifting his face, her lips met his in a loving kiss that said everything else that words could simply not express. Her fingers threaded into the back of his hair and it was a kiss that was unlike anything else. She’d kissed a couple of times, she had shared kisses with her betrothed before his untimely death but it was never, ever like this.
 
Ulric felt her gentle touch against his cheek as she lifted his face and kissed him. There was no shock from that moment all, but the elation of feeling what he desired for so long. He loved the taste and feel of her soft lips against his own, marveling at the warmth she emanated as she caressed his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Ulric didn't resist in the slightest as she pulled him closer, instead letting his hands travel up her hips as she sat, caressing up to her neck. Feeling bold, his tongue slipped past her lips as he poured all his passion into the kiss, letting it glide and circle within her mouth gently. After a few moments he parted away from those lovely lips of her's and smirked slightly. He began to kiss her neck amorously, gently letting his teeth graze against the sensitive flesh as his hands moved to loosen the laces at the front of her bodice.

"I want you so much darling" he whispered, before rising and offering his hand to her. Once she was out of her seat, he paced backwards and closer to the bed before letting go of her hand. Staying within arm's reach of her, Ulric pulled off his black tunic...being sure to take his time while doing so. The article of clothing removed, he tossed it wantonly aside, baring his torso for her viewing pleasure. His dense and muscular body rippled before her as he moved to free himself of his pants, his chest bulging and his abdomen terminating into an Adonis belt that lead south. Knowing that she'd be shy, he felt that it would mean a lot for Ela that he removed his clothing for her first, letting her gaze upon him before she eased herself into disrobing. Stripping down to his black small clothes, he stepped to her and gently nipped at her bottom lip. He was rather nervous, but he really wanted this...needed this. The time was right after all, as long as Ela felt the same way.

"These are yours to remove if you so desire Ela" he spoke, his voice laced with lust and need for her.

"I'd like to look upon your body as well if you like..." he added, caressing her cheek lovingly.
 
Shivers ran up her spine because of the places he deemed to touch, even if she was still clothed. She’d never been touched on her hips in this manner and it made her heart race with excitement. His kisses set the fire that ignited in her stomach aflame, so foreign and just right they were, she pulled him closer so it might not end. Their lips did come to a part and she nearly whimpered for the loss of contact but her eyes opened and caught the smirk that his delectable mouth turned up into. It made a heavy blush coat her cheeks and the top flesh of her breast cleavage that was pushed up by the bodice of her corset. Ulric had definitely grown into a most handsome man. All he’d have to do was smirk that smoldering smirk and she’d be his anytime he so pleased.

Ela’s eyes fluttered closed as his lips found her neck, her head tilted back to allow him better access and a small moan emitted passed her lips in appreciation for the affectionate gesture. She heard the small lacey sound of the ties that kept her bodice tight unravel by his hand, further punctuated by the loosening of the garment.

His words made her knees go weak and she was so thankful to be sitting. “I want you too, my love.” She spoke the words in such a breathy way, it almost came out as a whisper. Taking his hand without any hesitation, she stood and followed forward as he moved backward, her eyes never straying from his gaze. She was captivated and mesmerized as he began to undress until he was down to his skivvies and she bit down on her lower lip as she undressed him the rest of the way with her gaze. Her eyes greedily traveled over his body, of what was exposed to her and she was about to pounce him in the most unladylike fashion when she halted herself.

Elarinya was of course a virgin, saving herself for marriage—or the right man, being Ulric—but she was a woman and even a demure and pure one like herself, knew the ways of tempting a man. With a bat of her eyelashes, or a smile giggle, even just by gently flipping her hair over her shoulder to better expose the flesh of her neck, she learned could sway a man. At least keep his interest long enough and his focus on her the entire time.

The structure of her dress was so: the bodice of her dress had ties in the front which further tightened the front of her chest but her dress could not come undone without untying the series of strings laced together at her back. The dress itself was corseted on its own without the need of an additional one underneath so there lay nothing but a thin chiffon slip between Ulric and his ultimate prize.

“I do desire to do just that, my love. But first…” She trailed off and artfully draped her long hair over one shoulder. “If you care to look upon me, you must earn me.” She smiled a little teasingly before turning and showing him her back; the series of tribulations he must endure in unlacing her dress.

Glancing back at him over her shoulder, she smiled demurely. “I do believe I will require your assistance Ulric.”
 
Ulric smirked in appreciation of Ela's playfulness. It was one thing to be beautiful and to have a body to be desired, yet it not all women understood the subtle art of seduction. The teasing smiles, the subtle gestures that enticed a man more. Even with Ela's inexperience, Ulric quickly understood that her sultry invitations were instinctual. He couldn't ask for more in the love of his life. His gaze never left her captivating brown eyes as he stepped slowly to her, admiring the artful tumble that was her brunette locks as it draped over her shoulder like a soft and sheer curtain. Ulric could spend forever in her embrace, running his fingers through that lovely head of hair she had...yet his ultimate prize was far greater. Ela was a true lady, more woman than any harlot could ever dream of. That's what made her so worth it, and what made Ulric desire to gaze upon her nude form and explore every inch of it. He wanted to explore her and learn how to pleasure her with his entire being.

"Of course my love" he whispered as he approached her from behind. His fingers gently weaved through her hair before pulling her into another kiss. Ulric's hand gently caressed her curvy hip as his tongue tasted her lips. Every kiss was intoxicating and before long he felt an unmistakable stirring in his manhood. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, his lips adored her neck warmly as his fingers nimbly undid the lacing that bound the corset from behind. This last task accomplished, he kissed her cheek and stepped back to give her the opportunity to strip on her own terms.

"Let me gaze upon that gorgeous body of yours Ela. I want to worship you and hear your sweet moans echo through this room" he said, circling in front of her and looking into her eyes.
 
Her skin flushed and it looked like she ripened in just seconds. She had made a most forthcoming gesture of seduction and it seemed so unnatural. Yet, she accomplished it smoothly and he came to her easily and willingly. Every time he said ‘my love’ her inside liquefied and her longing for him grew exponentially.

Elarinya felt him behind her, his fingers weaving into her hair and pulling her back so their lips could mesh. Her knees went weak and she would have buckled if not for the support of him behind her. Her arm wound around the back of his neck as she kissed with a desire-filled passion. Ela could spend hours kissing him, comfortable in his strong and warm embrace. It was where she wanted to be for years and now here she was, finally having that.

It was a dream come true that she never wanted to end.

Her corset was unlaced and she felt the entire dress loosen around her. As he stepped around her, his words seduced her and she shimmied her shoulders so that the garment fell loose down her body. Pushing the thin straps of her chiffon slip off her shoulders, the thin material slid down her soft and curvy form, pooling around her ankles with her dress. It left her completely nude and all for his taking.

Looking up at him, she pushed her hair back so it didn’t get in the way of her exposed figure. She felt shy, her heart was pounding in her chest but it was what Ulric wanted so she didn’t dare cover herself. “How like you this, my love?”

Milky white skin that was flushed slight red. Her breasts were pert and rounded, not overly heavy but neither were they nonexistent. They would be the equivalent to C-cups; her pink nipples were peaked and begging for his attention. Her curves were soft, voluptuous and perfect for him to grab. She was a woman with meat on her bones no matter how demure or finely put together she looked in her dresses. Her bottom was plump but rounded, but not overly so. Every part of her was of equal proportion. She wasn’t bare between her legs; soft curls covered her but not in a hairy bush. It was very possible she kept herself trimmed simply for convenience sake. It was clear she was very happy about that decision.

Stepping toward him, she brought her hands forward to rid him of the excess undergarments he wore so that they were both on the same level; naked and completely exposed for them both to gander and visually devour.
 
Ulric looked on eagerly as Ela's dress fell down her gorgeous figure, leaving her clad in but the sleek chiffon slip. His mouth slowly hung open once the undergarment slipped down to her ankles to reveal her body. How could anyone be so beautiful? It was as if he was gazing upon a goddess. Hearing her ask if he liked what he saw, Ulric was inevitably unable to form intelligible words, the consequence of gazing upon the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her form was well proportioned, her curves were voluptuous and breathtaking. Her slender legs were long and well shaped, and before long Ulric's eyes were fixated upon her beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped and adorned with lovely pink nipples.

"Uhhhh...Ela you're breathtaking. I can't believe what I'm seeing" he finally said, yearning for her more and more with each passing moment. His eyes finally leveled to her's once she stepped towards him, staying still as he saw her hands come forward to tug down his boxers. So eager was he to be rid of them that his hips came forward into her touch, feeling her fingers tug at the waistband and pull them down. Already his length was standing at full attention at the very sight of her. Ulric was no longer satisfied with just gazing at her, his eyes drinking in the perfect view of her. Gently his hands drifted along her toned abdomen, coming up to grasp both of her breasts. He sighed in appreciation, looking down to marvel at how they moved beneath his grasp, naturally jiggling once he relinquished his hold of them before he hefted them again. Ela's peaked nipples poked into his palm, and he adored them with affectionate caresses. Greedily did he grope her, before letting her breasts go and stepping into an embrace.

"I must be dreaming" he whispered into her ear as he looked down her back at the curved well of her ass. His hands flowed down her hips to grasp her bottom, groaning at the feel of her pert backside. His hips slowly undulated into her, encouraging her to touch him as he was touching her. Ulric's aroused member gently brushed against her abdomen, warm and stiff to the touch.

"I want you so much...let me learn to pleasure you darling. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" he whispered, kissing her neck and nipping playfully at her earlobe.
 
It was one of those moments that could either make or break their heated situation. But he liked what he saw which she was made apparent by the words he spoke. She felt gratified because knowing her, she had been taking his staring as he was finding everything wrong in her body and appearance. She had never been naked before a man before. No, that was something to be saved for the man she was to marry. She was no longer betrothed but in her heart, mind, body and soul, she was betrothed to Ulric. One day that would happen because there was no other for her.

After tugging his undergarments off, she looked upon him and her breathing hitched. He was every inch of male perfection. His torso was well built and he looked strong. But she knew they weren’t just looks, for his strength was true and real. She had seen it first hand, as well as his skill and ability in combat. But he wasn’t in combat right now; his only combat right now was conquering her completely and undoubtedly to the heights of pleasure that were reserved for husband and wife.

His form tapered into a perfect cut of Adonis male physique. Shyly, she gazed upon the sight of his arousal and she swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as red as her entire body in her desire for him. “You are perhaps the finest form of male I ever wished for.” Sure, her betrothed had been handsome but he was nothing more to her. It had been sad, his untimely death but she honestly felt nothing for him. Any other men in her life they were handsome but her heart belonged to Ulric long before then and it was something she couldn’t ever shake, neither did she want to. Now this was her chance.

And in that very moment, she began to think of all the other women that he surely must have lain with. It wasn’t an insult to him and his honor but he was a man after all. Men weren’t discounted or disgraced for bedding many and random women. Women were disgraced and looked down upon for giving up that kind of honor that was reserved for their husband. She wanted to ask him but now would be the terrible moment. She trusted him. Ela kept reminding herself that it didn’t matter right now how many women he had in the past. This was present and they were each other’s future. That’s what mattered.

He loved her as much as she loved him. That’s what was important.

Before she could say anything more, his hands palmed her breasts and it was affectionate but like he was staking some kind of claim. Like she was his and he was letting her know that with this touch. She leaned into him, his hands were rough and she knew she wanted him to touch her more and more. “You and me both my love. I never thought this moment would come.” She looked up at him and leaned in, brushing her lips along his chin, down his jaw and to his neck.

As his hands cupped her bottom, she blushed deeply and leaned into him, her hand sliding down his torso, passed his hips where her fingers could wrap around his girth. She gasped lightly, touching him for the first time—touching any man like this for the first time! But there was this sense of power and gratification in touching him like this. This was the core of all his pleasure and she held it literally in her hand. She could get drunk off of that.

Looking up at him, she smiled shyly and shrugged her shoulders. “I-I don’t know. I just know I want you, Ulric. I need you.” But she also realized that this could be the perfect time to find out his experience. As much as she kept telling herself that it didn’t matter, it did. But she also knew it wouldn’t stop her in having him and letting him have her, regardless of the truth of his history.

“W-What do women like? I’m sure you know. Considering—I-I mean, what have you done to them that was proven successfully pleasurable?” In other words, she was asking, ‘Ulric, how many women have you been with and what have you done to please them that worked?’ But of course, she didn’t actually say those exact words. She was trying to find the most round-about way to approach it.

Now she would find out if it worked in her favor or not.
And hopefully not ruin this beautiful mood that was filled with so much promise.
 
Ulric lost himself in this perfect moment with Ela. Standing completely naked before one another, exposed to their mutual lustful gazes and caressing touches. Seeing Ela blush as he grabbed her bottom, he loosened his grasp and messaged her lower back soothingly to encourage her to come closer. He sighed contently as he felt her lips kiss his chin and brush down his neck affectionately. Ulric leaned his head to the side to give her more room to operate. Before long he felt her dainty fingers caress down his torso and grasp at his member. Gasping softly in surprise, capturing her lips in a loving kiss to let her know that he liked it. This was the first time he was touched in such a way and he was grateful that Ela was the one doing it. Held in her palm, Ulric was completely at her mercy. Already the passionate fire within him was ignited, and he wanted to feel more of her.

Ulric reluctantly pulled away from her and inched back a bit, not enough to withdraw his column from her touch but enough room to breath. His eyes looked into her's at her query. She wanted to know how experienced he was with women, and what they liked. The truth of the matter made him blush slightly. He didn't hold it against her for asking but he was inevitably embarrassed. Ulric never had a woman. He could've, but it wouldn't of mattered at all to him. In his years as a knight he accepted the then perceived inevitability of his death on the field of battle. Because of this he didn't form attachments to anyone. If it weren't for his fond memories of Ela, his heart would've turned to stone a long time ago. But that was then. Standing before her, Ela gave him hope to live a happy life. He didn't care about glory of titles, but only of her.

"I don't know Ela. I've never been with a woman..." he admitted, looking into her eyes in the hope that he didn't disappoint her.

"...but that doesn't mean I can't learn to please you"

Closing in slightly, his caressing touch came inward from her lovely hip. Ulric gently slipped two fingers past her folds, looking into her eyes to see her reactions. His touch was timid at first, but he soon arched his digits within her warm sex, his wrist driving his fingers to probe within her. In an effort to see what worked and what didn't, he alternated from fingering within her to slipping the moist digits to tease at her sensitive pearl.
 
Ela began to slightly move her hand, wondering if the movement around his girth would make him feel good. She wasn’t sure, she didn’t know anything when it came to men, how to please. She could just only hope to learn. Obviously she was still a well preserved woman in her purity. Hopefully her lack of experience wouldn’t be a downer but an encouraging factor. When he finally answered her, her hand froze around him and she looked up at him, eyes wide with actual shock.

He had never laid with a woman before? That shock quickly abated though and a big smile appeared on her face. She had been ready to accept the fact that was probably very experienced. She might not have really liked it but what could she had done? They spent years apart, it was bound to happen. It’s not like either of them ever anticipated that they would be reunited, let alone their feelings be mutual. But it happened. And the truth of the matter was Ulric was as untouched and pure as she was.

Her hands slid up his torso and around his neck, closing the space between them a little bit more. “That makes me happy. That we can learn with each other, discover our pleasures and become one completely.” As she finished speaking, Ela felt his hand dipped lower between them, feeling his finger part her nether folds and touch her, explore. She gasped softly but it wasn’t unwelcome. Her body leaned into his and she kissed his lips softly, her fingers threading into his soft hair. “Come to the bed where we will be most comfortable, my love.”

Parting their embrace and already missing his touch, Ela took his hand and led him, walking backwards, toward the bed. She lowered herself to it and scooted up, further displaying her naked self to him as she rested her head back on the pillow. She held her hand out to him, beckoning him to her. “Come to me, my love.”
 
Ulric moaned as he felt her fingers caress his girth ever so gently. Despite her inexperience, his length twitched in pleasure at her touch. Not even a moment after he admitted his virginity, he felt her cease to stroke him. Looking into her shocked eyes, he dreaded what was to come next. Surely she'd be disappointed if her first man had never laid with a woman before. Surely she had her own desires, her fantasies. How would he be able to fulfill theme if he never done anything with a woman? To his relief however, he saw her beautiful lips curl into a bright smile, hearing her express her happiness that they would learn to make love together. The thought was perfect and took plenty of pressure off of him.

He relished the feeling of her lips against his own, moaning softly as he felt her hand travel up his muscular torso and to the back of his neck to bring them closer. His digits gently slipped past her nether folds, arching within her slowly. Ela seemed to enjoy his touch, encouraging him to caress her beautiful pearl gently. Once the kiss parted, he smirked as she suggest to go to the bed, taking her hand eagerly and following her.

Ulric crawled alongside his beautiful lover and captured her sweet lips once more. His rough palm gently cradled her cheek as he slipped his tongue past her lips to coax her own, punctuating his intense need to consummate their love. Indulging in their kiss for a few minutes, he parted his lips from her's and affectionally kissed down her jaw and neck.

"You know, just because I've never been with a woman, doesn't mean that I haven't heard what to do for one...or for her to do for me" he said with a playful smirk. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her beautiful breasts, luscious, bountiful, and within grasp. Cupping her sizable globes, his lips adored a nipple with a warm kiss before his tongue slithered out to taste the soft pink flesh. Ulric couldn't help but groan in approval. Relinquishing his grasp of her tits, he ran a hand up to her face to caress it gently as his lips sucked on her nipple hungrily. He wanted to take his time on her beautiful bosoms, to see what she liked. In an effort to heighten her pleasure, Ulric slipped his free hand down her slender abdomen to her wet warmth. His fingers gently petted her clitoris as his lips pleasured her breast.
 
As he settled in beside her, Ela received his kiss, her heart melting in her chest from his hand cupping her cheek so tenderly and softly. It was such a romantic sensation that she’d always love it if he did that. It felt so special and sweet that it only emphasized her love and need for him. Ulric was perfect. He was everything she had been waiting all these years for.

Their lips parted and she opened her eyes too look up into the eyes of the man she loved. She smiled and then blushed at his testament. His smirk was divine and made her pool with desire between her legs for him. Was he always so…sexy? Before she could really answer, his roughened hand touched her breast, teasing it and she gasped softly. “That would be…” She began to speak as his lips wrapped around one firm pink nipple and her eyes closed, a soft sigh of contentment coming from her. “Oh that’s remarkable my love.” Her fingers threaded into his hair and she lightly gripped, encouraging him to keep doing exactly as he was doing.

“Tell me…” It was very difficult to try and string coherent words together but she was trying her hardest. Swallowing hard, a soft moan came from her and her back arched. “What kind of things might I do to please you?”
 
Ulric moaned in pleasure as he indulged in sucking her nipple. His lips gently invited her firm peeked flesh within his mouth, his tongue circling and lapping at her areola attentively. Oh, she tasted and felt perfect. Encouraged by her grasp on his hair, he began to suckle harder upon her. His fingers gently rubbed and teased her clit, picking up on her body language that she particularly liked that. His other hand moved up to touch her free bosom, his fingers adoringly caressing her sensitive pink nub. Like any man, Ulric liked the sight a beautiful pair. Seeing and feeling Ela like this was pure bliss. His lover's sweet and gentle sighs were music to his ears, her beautiful voice letting on that he was doing the right things for her. He would show her how much he loved her. He sought the gratification to bring Ela to peaks of pleasure that both of them had yet to experience.

As his lover posed his question, his eyes leveled to gaze into her's. His lips relinquished her breast reluctantly, noticing how perfectly it seemed to move once free of his grasp. Kissing it once more, he looked into her eyes as he nuzzled the warm valley between her globes as he considered his answer. It was obvious that he was more than a little shy to make his requests, yet he was unashamed of what he wanted from her. Nothing he wanted was degrading to her, he simply wanted open communication in this physical relationship.

"I loved how you were caressing me earlier...but if you are willing, I'd like you to pleasure me with your mouth. You don't have to if you're uncomfortable doing it, but I love how you kiss me and I wonder what else those beautiful lips can do" he said with a smile, hoping she wasn't put off by his open request for her to go down on him. He gently kissed her lips as he cradled her cheek.

"But first, let me learn to please you. I want to try something..." he added before his kisses traveled down her beautiful body. Every touch and caress was gentle and doting. His obvious longing to explore her was punctuated by the deliberate way he touched down her abdomen and to her hips as if he was committing every detail of her lovely curves to memory. Having reached his destination, he gently messaged her thighs and beckoned for her to spread her legs farther apart before laying down before her and planting his first kiss upon her warm sex. Ulric gazed up at her to pick up any signs of pleasured response, his gentle lips kissing at her labia before his tongue tentatively writhed into her. It was obvious that he was nervous and didn't know exactly what he was doing. Yet he already began to moan and relish the taste of her feminine essence. His warm and wet tongue slowly lapped within her, lapping every surface of her lovely folds before his lips pursed over her pearl in a meaningful kiss. Gently moistening her clit with the flat surface of his tongue, he gently sucked at the sensitive pearl and began to pick up the speed of his licks. Ulric only hoped that he was on the right track. Ela deserved to be pleased. He'd show her how much he cared for her.
 
His mouth was hot and such a delicious contrast to her skin, like his roughened touch as he teased her unattended nipple. She was feeling little jolts that shocked her body in a really good way. It was completely new and foreign to her as she never even explored her body on her own. Her body, in her mind, was for her husband to explore and only her husband. Of course, Ulric wasn’t her husband but she had every faith and belief that he would be one day.

He answered her question on how she could pleasure him because she would definitely like to. He suggested using her mouth instead of her hand and she blushed. The very idea seemed so wrong and taboo but it was Ulric and with him, she wanted to explore as much as she could in this new sexual territory they were venturing on together. Looking at him, she smiled shyly. “I’d like to try. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel. Very good and so hot for more.” She giggled.

Elarinya wouldn’t stop him from wanting to explore her and learn to please her. She didn’t know what he was thinking but she didn’t stop him as he kissed his way down her body. Each kiss was soft and gentle and made her body shudder in the right way. She squirmed a little bit, as some areas like her hip and her lower stomach were a little ticklish. But as he encouraged her to part her legs, spreading them for his accessibility, her squirming ceased and her cheeks flamed with such a potent red blush. She was completely exposed to him and it was a little embarrassing. He could see every bit of her down there and she even covered her face, squealing in her embarrassment. “Oh, Ulric, don’t look. It’s shameful.”

All of her thoughts were silenced in her mind. She thought of nothing but pleasure. Felt nothing but pleasure and it was as if she went to a happier place with him as his tongue touched her soft nether folds. Her eyes fluttered closed and her hands slipped away from her face. He traced a sensitive little nub with his tongue and it made her legs shake a little bit as the pleasure circulated through her, making her arch her back a little. By doing so, her hips pushed a little longingly toward his mouth and a soft moan came from her. He was tasting her, teasing her but it felt blissful. “Oh…” She breathed a little shakily, followed by moaning again as his tongue sped up. Her eyes closed tightly and a look of pleasure crossed her face.

“Ulric…oh my love…oh…don’t stop.” She breathed a little harder, her hand moving down her body so her fingers could tangle into his hair. “Please don’t stop that…” Whatever he was doing to her, she didn’t feel her initial awkwardness anymore towards the action. Whatever he was doing to her, she didn’t want him to stop. Ever.

A woman could get addicted to this kind of attention.
 
Encouraged by her pleasured moans, Ulric continued with his attentions. His hot and wet tongue began to lap more vigorously at her pearl, savoring the taste of the feminine essence that seemed to coat her nether lips even more. His groans imparted vibrations into her sensitive warmth, the possible pleasure she could reap from that alone unknown to him. Ulric let his hand flow up her side to find her's, weaving his finger's with her own as his head tossed from side to side between her shapely legs. He looked up to her and chuckled softly whilst his tongue was still on her as he felt her fingers grasp at his hair gently. It would seem that he was drawing a positive and pleasurable response from her. Ulric couldn't help but feel relieved that he was doing something right. Exhilaration swelled within him as well at the thought that he could please her with his tongue and lips. The sight of her lips parting in sheer delight ignited his arousal further, his hard member pressing against the sheets and mattress as his teasing ministrations continued.

His free arm gently traveled beneath the back of her thigh, moving his own body to the side slowly as Ela implored him to stop. Oh how he loved her. How much he wanted to hear her moan in bliss for as long as possible. Ulric wouldn't stop, but he wouldn't rush his assignment either. He'd prolong his lover's pleasure as much as his abilities would allow him. Unbridled lust drove him to shift his attentions from her clitoris to her folds, his tongue pressing within her to writhe in unpredictable patterns. Through her panting breath and vocal appreciations of his act, both of them could hear the lewd slurps of his tongue as it licked within her flower...not that he cared. Shifting her own body to the side, his lips suckled upon her sensitive nub dotingly as access to her ass was granted. His hand caressed her rear thoroughly as his tongue and lips feasted upon her with plenty of gusto. Gently grasping the cheek, he looked up into her beautiful eyes as he spanked her ass. It wasn't a rough swat, but enough for it to be heard. Ulric was curious how she would react to that sort of touch.
 
He listened to her. He didn’t stop. Perhaps he stopped his ministrations to her sensitive pearl but he continued lower, teasing her entrance and sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. It wasn’t yet an orgasm but he was pushing her closer, the pleasure building rapidly.

The wet sounds of his tongue slurping her essence made her cheeks turn very red. She was almost embarrassed by the sound. Almost. If the pleasure wasn’t so great, she might have pushed him away so those sounds would stop but soon they sounded very erotic and she didn’t want him to stop one bit. Her moans grew in volume, her head thrashed from side to side against her pillow and her body shook. Her pleasure levels escalated and she whimpered deeply, nearly crying out. “Ulric! Ulr—“ Her cries of his name were cut short abruptly by the resounding slap that permeated into the air. She felt the stinging sensation to one of her bottom cheeks and she breathed in deep through her teeth.

Ela wasn’t sure what she did to warrant that but a part of her liked it. It stung but once that initial pain subsided, there was this urge in her for him to do it again, that she might feel that sensation again. Panting softly, she sat up on her elbows to look down at him, her cheeks blushing tremendously as this shy look crossed her features. “Again?” She breathed, biting her lower lip in slight embarrassment at the request. How often did women ask for their lovers to hit them, particularly on their bottom?

She would wager not very often.
 
Ulric heard Ela interrupt the pleasured utterance of his name after he had swatted her bottom. His tongue slowed within her as he was concerned that he did something improper, that it was a touch that she didn't approve of. Momentarily feeling guilty for letting his fixation with her voluptuous rear get out of hand, he breathed a sigh of relief once she asked him to do it again. Pulling his mouth away from her silken folds, he chuckled slightly in relief and spanked her bottom, more gently this time. Leaning into her to press a kiss against her sweet lips, he leaned is forehead into her as he cradled the plump curvature of her rear to tenderly caress it with palm and fingers.

"I heard that some women like that. You have such a lovely ass that I couldn't help but try it." he explained, kissing her lips again with insistent passion as his hand messaged her butt in a way that made it jiggle slightly. The sight was most tantalizing. He traveled south once more to continue his act of love, his attentions shifting from her folds to once again feast upon her clit. His agile and enthusiastic tongue lapped at the pearl rapidly, occasionally alternating between licking her with the flat of his tongue, and circling it teasingly. Noting how warm and moist her flower was at her actions, he nevertheless let a line of saliva drip from his tongue and lips, letting it's warmth coat her thoroughly attended clit. Ulric was obviously experimenting and seeking new ways to bring more varied sensations to her slit. He carefully sucked upon her sensitive nub, tugging gently at the bundle of nerves between softened lips.

"You taste so good my love" he whispered, the slight reprieve of his actions only momentary before he leaned into her and began to lick at her pearl more rapidly then before, eager to bring her to the bliss she so ached for.
 
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