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Conquered Rewards (DareToDream & Vivid Fizz)

Her kiss, when it came, sent bolts of lightning shooting through his body, riding the roller coaster of nerves and blood vessels, sending his stomach into a flutter. A soft moan escaped as her tongue snaked in to rub against his, her passion flowing out immediately. He slid his fingers into her hair, holding her there so he could enjoy it for as long as possible, then gasped for air when she broke it off and nibbled on his neck and ear. Another moan escaped him when he heard her words but before he could do anything she had stepped out of his embrace and begun to slowly strip.


He watched her movements with pleasure, smiling when she was finally nude, his eyes sweeping over her lithe body, enjoying all the sweet, beautiful curves. As she walked towards the water, he spread the blanket on the ground and slowly stripped himself. He moved up behind her quietly then suddenly grabbed her around the waist and slid into the water, pulling her with him. The cold settled in around them but he didn’t care as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the waterfall.


As the spray hit them, he smiled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her with passion unleashed from deep within. His tongue pushed passed her lips to rub against hers as his hands began to stroke up and down her back lightly, teasing her skin. A moan slid out once again.
 
The cold water was invigorating. Instantly goosebumps rose on her pale skin and her pink little nipple stood on end. Her whole body shivered against the man who had pulled her in. This was truly living. Never before had she experienced something was refreshing and redeeming. It was as if this was all she needed to bring her back to reality. It was an added perk that she got to make love to a powerful and attractive man.

As he embraced her beneath the frigid mist of the waterfall she felt as if nothing could harm her. Little did she know that Alyssandra was writing letters to the most important men and women of this and surrounding empires. Beautiful princesses would soon be flocking in. Princesses and nobility that would have so much more to offer that the little bard now encased in the king’s arms.

Her tongue moved hungrily over his and she pressed herself more against him. What a wonderful rock he was. How sturdy. She tangled her legs around his. They were smooth; like the rest of her body. That smoothness was inherent to all that had elven blood.

“You have no idea how bad I want you,” she whispered in his ear, pulling away from the kiss. “You have me addicted to your lusts, you majesty.”

Her hands slid deftly over his chest. “Even though I am sore I want more of you. Every single inch you can give me in every way possible.”
 
Thomas moaned as she pressed against him, the cold pale mist from the waterfall settling over them, soaking their hair and coating their bodies in a sensual slickness that had nothing to do with sex and intimacy. Her pert nipples grazed his chest, sending shivers through his body and blood roaring to his shaft, which began to harden immediately. The reality of the situation, and what they hoped to accomplish in the kingdom, was washed away in a wave of passion and lust so strong it nearly vibrated through his body and soul.

Their tongues moved together, trying to out do each other in the erotic dance that occurs between lovers lost in themselves. His hands drifted down her back when her legs tangled with his and cupped her butt, lifting her up out of the water. His shaft rubbed against her then and he groaned, the friction caused by their bodies almost too much to bear at that moment.

When she broke the kiss and told him how much she wanted him, he grinned like a man about to enjoy himself very much. His strong hands gripped her butt tight and lifted her more, then pulled her down sharply, his hard shaft piercing her tight passage immediately. He held her there, impaled within her, his strength holding her up, and then began to move her up and down slowly, letting her feel all of him. “Mmm, my lovely bard, I have needed this so badly” he murmured, nipping her neck gently.
 
He lifted her easily. The strength he had impressed the beautiful raven haired bard. As light as she was most would not have been able to lift her. A sharp gasp came from her as she was brought back down on his rigid staff. It felt hot inside of her and she gave a nice, lusty, giggle. It was amazing. More so as he started to bounce her.

Every inch slide in and out of her; hitting every wonderful sensitive spot it could. Little moans came from her as she wrapped her arms around the back of her neck, using him for support. Her tits bounced with his movements, adding to how very sexy the entire thing was.

“That feels good,” she said in a loud groan. “What an amazing fuck!”

Such words coming out of her mouth was likely a shock. Sweet and innocent Gilloleth had a hidden minx. There was no denying how hot this made her feel. In the middle of nature he had taken her; pulled her into an icy pool and decided to heat her by giving into their baser instincts.

“Harder,” she pleaded with him. “Please, my king, harder!”
 
Her little laugh, dipped with sensual passion, almost caused him to lose it sooner than he wanted. It was just so deliciously sinful, coming from his beautiful bard, who was so new to the dance of romance between man and woman and it turned him on even more, something he didn’t think was possible. Each bounce of her body on his hard shaft drew a deep moan from him, every brush of her taut nipples against his chest sent shivers flying throughout his body, and it just drove him on more, bouncing her up and down on him with ease.

When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he gripped her hard and sped up her movements, drawing her up until just his tip pierced her and then pulled her down hard, letting his rigid manhood slide into her wet depths. He wanted to possess her in that moment, to claim her as his and take her so hard, so passionately, that all she thought about was him and him alone. Outside, in the water, away from prying eyes, she was his and he would claim her, now and for ever.

Encouraged by her words, he wrapped his arms around her and began to move her up and down faster, harder, driving into her with abandon, the splashing of their bodies in the water, and against each other, echoing loudly in the clearing. His moans, drawn from the depths of his body by the tightness of her passage and the silky feel of her breasts against his chest, her nipples rasping across his skin, grew louder and louder. “Gilloleth” he murmured “you’re mine, all mine”. The last said almost in a growl as his mouth descended on her collarbone and bit it gently, then nibbled on her neck. “All mine” he growled again as he pulled her down on him hard, driving deep inside her.
 
Always. Gilloleth would belong to this man until the day he died and long after. This man completed her in a way that she had yet to experience. It was amazing. She, for the first time in her life, felt whole. Every thrust was about more than the carnal pleasure. Though there was a lot of it. Having him inside her marked her as his.

“Forever,” she groaned. “I am yours forever.”

There is where she lost herself to passion. This was a fast, intense fuck. One that caused her untold pleasures. The harder and quicker he moved, the closer the slender and beautiful bard came to climax. The water splashed and moved around them. How sexy she felt. How beautiful they must have looked making love to one another in the mist of a freezing waterfall.

“Not yet!” she cried out. Too close! She was too close to bursting and she wanted to make it last as long as she could.
 
The movement of her body against his was pure torture for Thomas but it was the best kind of torture known to man. To have the supple, lithe body of his beautiful bard scraping against him as she rode up and down on his hard shaft was sweet heaven indeed. The water pebbled on their skin, soaking them, caressing them, but he didn’t care. The warmth of their love making far overpowered the cold of the falls and allowed him to push it out of his mind and concentrate solely on her.

He moaned loudly when she uttered the words he longed to hear, the joy of knowing that she was his forever, to love and to honor, caused his heart to almost burst within its protective cage. He continued to drive inside her hard, slowing only when her next reached his ears. He tightened his grip on her hips and brought her down one last time, slowly moving inside of her tight passage. He held her against him, grinding her on his shaft as his mouth descended onto hers, lips crashing against lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth, insistent in its need for a taste of her. As he kissed her, he slowly began to move her again, lifting her up an achingly slow pace and bringing her back down, letting her feel all of him with each movement. His fingers slipped around her butt and toyed with her puckered hole, teasing it at the same time.
 
Gilloleth whimpered as he ground inside of her. It caused some pleasure to go through her but it wasn’t the constant thrust against the bundle of nerves inside of her. His slower thrusts made her come down from that dangerous precipice but still lit the fires within her, making her ache that much worse. Sinful. This was sinful.

“You make me feel so good,” she whispered in his ear. “This… this is truly paradise.”

The sexual bliss the two created could not be denied. The consort loved this. Loved having her body taken roughly by this man who had, upon meeting her, hog tied her. Strange how these things worked out. Her body shook from both from pleasure and the cold, being rocked to a slow and powerful orgasm.
 
The slow pace of their lovemaking was driving him mad and with a guttural groan he gripped her hips harder and began to lift her up and pull her down faster and harder, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through his groin into his body, causing his nerves to sing. Up, down, up, down, his hands lifted and dropped her, each movement sending his hard shaft into her body, claiming her piece by piece.

“Mmmm, Gilloleth, my love” he moaned softly. “You feel so wonderful. I need you, want you.” He bit her neck then, his teeth scraping her skin as he bounced her more and more.

Each movement brought him closer to the edge and his moans cascaded one after the other as her lithe body pleasured him in so many ways. Faster and faster he bounced her, his shaft piercing her core again and again until finally, with a heart wrenching moan, he pulled her down hard and began to cum inside of her. “Gillole…th” he moaned as his climax smashed into him.
 
The slow pace of their lovemaking all at once dropped. He bounced her harder and faster with each passing second. She let out screams of pleasure, not just moans, but screams as the sensations rolled over her. They were too powerful to stop. Her fingernails dug without mercy into his back, raking over them as he caused her to jump and bounce on his massive member.

“I’m almost their!” she whined loudly. She cried out again as he bit down on her neck. As beautiful as their lovemaking was, this rough and primal sex was, too, to be admired. Such passion they had for one another they had to take it out on their bodies, not caring for the pain and actually being driven by it.

When he came, so did she. Her back arched and she roughly gripped his shoulders. “Yes!” As waves and waves of pleasure washed over her she collapsed and twitched against his body. Multiple orgasms were a bonus to her gender. Nearly a minute passed with her twitching before her body finally stopped it’s onslaught.

“Amazing,” she whispered as she pelted his collarbone with soft kisses. “You are just too amazing.”
 
He felt her back arch and her cry ripped through the air as her climax washed over her. Her body trembled against his as wave after wave of pleasure caused her passage to clamp down on his stiff manhood, drawing a deep moan from his lips. He held her in a tight embrace, her soft breasts pressed into his chest as she trembled and shuddered, finally coming down from the high of her orgasm.

The spoken words drew a smile to his lips and he moaned again when he felt her attentions. “Mmmm, yes, that was wonderful my love” he murmured, nipping at her neck gently. Still holding her, their bodies intimately attached, he began to walk through the water back to the shore. When he reached the table cloth on the ground, he lifted her off, sliding out with a wet plop, and lowered both of them to the ground. Placing her on her back, he rested next to her, his head held up by his bent elbow and hand, looking down at her.

“You are so beautiful” he murmured as he bent down to kiss her, his lips caressing hers. Aware of the cool breeze and their glistening wet bodies, he reached around her and pulled the table cloth up on one side, then did the same on the other, draping it over them. His hand reached out to stroke her cheek gently then slide down her neck possessively before gliding to her breasts and teasing them lightly. Though they’d just made raw passionate love in the water, he was still aroused.
 
Her head swam as she was carried out of the water. Limply she rested against him and allowed herself to be lowered quite easily to the blanket. A small breezed caused her to shiver and she took shelter in his large, muscular body. The sun was doing its part in trying to warm the pair but that wind! No matter. It added to the experience.

His lips locked with hers in a gentle kiss that send tingles through her spine, causing her nipples to stand erect once more. It seemed that her body, as inexperienced as it was, could not get enough. This lord had taken quite the passionate and sex driven woman. As he reached down to cup and softly fondle her breasts her hand reached down. This was the first time she was as bold as to do this but right now she did not care. Grabbing a hold of his thick manhood she began to pump his still hard shaft, rolling her palm against his swollen tip with every motion.

It was clumsy at first but in short order she picked up a quick and rhythmic pace. Gilloleth wanted more. So very much more.
 
A sharp gasp was driven from his lips when her hand reached down and gripped him, her palm wrapping around his thick shaft immediately. He looked down at her, his eyes widening a little, highly aroused by her “take charge” action. As her hand glided up and down his shaft, her palm rolling against his swollen tip with each motion, he moaned. “G-Gilloleth…” he whispered, his breath quickening. “Oh god….” He moaned again, a deep guttural moan that showed just how much he was enjoying her efforts.

Not to be undone, he immediately dipped his head and laved his tongue across one of her pert nipples, teasing it mercilessly before sucking it deep into his mouth and scraping his teeth across it. For each stroke of her hand, he suckled her nipple with his mouth, his tongue lashing it repeatedly. A hand slide down her smooth belly and dipped between her legs, caressing her moist folds slowly, sliding back and forth over them, pausing only long enough to circle her clit a little each time.

Finally, her actions were too much, driving him close to the edge and he did not want that. No, he wanted inside her, to shoot his seed deep into her again, and he wanted it now. “Gilloleth” he whispered hoarsely. “I want you to ride me.” He looked into her eyes then bent down and kissed her again. “Ride me with abandon.”
 
That split second of control was intoxicating. The sounds of his moans, the way he called her name, his trembling breaths; everything sent thrills up and down her spine. Then the playing field was leveled. He began his own ministrations, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her hand moved harder and faster on the member, tugging with urgency.

“Mmmm,” she moaned through gritted teeth. “So good. So fucking good.”

For awhile the two masturbated one another. He pulsed more and more in his hand. She knew that he was close. Which was fine with her because she was as well. So close. His fingers and mouth were so talented. One day she was going to be good for him. Now she was learning how to please him. So when he asked her to ride him she wanted to oblige but…

“H-how?” she asked in a stuttering voice. “S-s-show me?” Her face took on a bright red. So good she must have been with her other tasks that it must have seemed she was far more experienced than what she actual was.
 
Thomas paused, lifting his head from her breast to look at her, the words catching him by surprise. He cursed himself inwardly, forgetting that for all her beauty, Gilloleth was still new to the ways of intimacy. The blush that rose in her cheeks sent his heart racing and he smiled gently, leaning forward to kiss her with passion. When he broke the kiss, he nodded.

“Certainly, milady” he murmured as he nipped her chin. One of his hands slid under her side, gripping her back lightly and the other gripped her shoulder. With a sharp motion, he rolled to his back, pulling her over on top of him. Her hips now straddled his waist and she was flush with his chest, their faces inches apart. He placed both of his hands on her hips and moved her back and forth a little, letting her feel his hard shaft sliding through her folds, drawing a moan from his lips.

“Lift up a little my love and grip my shaft, positioning it at your entrance. Then sink down on me” he murmured, his eyes glowing with lust for this woman. “Once I’m inside you, you can control the pace and take me any way you want me.” A soft growl escaped his throat when he said it and he felt himself swell larger, the thought of her taking him highly arousing. “Take me now milady” he said, his eyes staring into hers. “Now.”
 
Gilloleth nodded her head, shocked a little that he allowed her a position of dominance. Her hands moved over the sculpted muscles of his chest. He looked like a god as she looked down at him. One built for sex and control and it made her feel strong and powerful knowing that she could use him for her pleasure. The beautiful bard did as she was told. She lifted her pert bottom and reached back to grab ahold of his manhood. Before she began to sit down on the member she rubbed it up and down her slit and the tight bud of her ass, sending thrills up and down her spine. She had been too shocked when he initially played with her ass but she found that now she liked the way it felt to be played with.

After a few moments of this game she held him steady and quickly put him in; sitting up as she began to shift her his back and fourth. Each stroke was perfect! Her most sensitive bundle of nerves inside of was hit every single time and soon she began rolling and grinding her hips against his.

“I love your cock!” she cried out, leaning back so she could get more leverage. “Oooooh!”

Faster and harder she moved, doing exactly what he wanted. Large breasts bounced and jiggled every time she slammed herself back down. Her movements quickly became erratic as she came closer to her orgasm, grateful that as a dancer she was used to doing physically strenuous activity.

“Cum with me!” the bard said. “Please!”
 
Seeing her on top, her elegant body sitting upright, her breasts bouncing lightly, begging to be gripped by his hands, was such a turn on. Though he was strong and liked to be in control, knowing that you’ve given yourself over to another is also empowering. She was in control now, could do what she wanted with him, and he practically quivered at that thought. When she lifted up off him and grasped his hard shaft, he moaned softly, the contact full of pleasurable torment. Seeing her rub his sensitive tip up and down her slit and ass almost sent him over the edge. Only be sheer force of will did he keep from cumming right then and there.

When she slid him inside of her, and dropped down all the way, he arched his back and moaned loudly, calling out her name. “Gilloleth!” he cried out as he felt her begin to roll and grind her hips on his hard shaft then begin moving up and down. Her dirty words turned him on even more than he already was and he reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts, massaging them, his palms scraping over her nipples.

He could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, her movements bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His hands slipped down and gripped her hips tight, helping her move on his hard cock, driving his shaft inside her again and again. When she pleaded for him to cum with her, he began to help her move, lifting her up and slamming her back down harder and faster until finally he pulled her down and ground her down on him one last time, moaning loudly. His back arched and he cried out. “Gilloleth! I’m cumming” he wailed as he began to pump his seed into her in hot, short bursts. “Unnnhhhh” he moaned as his body finally began to relax.

It was then he heard the cough that came from just over his shoulder. Twisting his head to look behind him, he saw Harac standing nearby, watching them. Gilloleth was fully nude, still impaled on his cock, her breasts exposed and still bouncing. Gasping, he pulled her down, wrapped the table cloth around her, and rolled them so he was on top. Looking up at Harac he growled. “What the hell is the matter with you?” he barked, extremely pissed that this man had dared enter the sanctum and witness their intimacy.
 
The bard let out a satisfied groan as the hot and thick cream was pumped inside of her. Never before had she ever felt so complete as she did filled with his seed. Perhaps she would become pregnant. The thought made her flush as she came down from her orgasm high.

Unlike her lover she had not heard the cough and, when he flipped her on her back, she thought he wanted to continue to play. Harsh bites were administered to his neck. Gods how she loved to be thoroughly used by this man! He was so virile. By the time this little tryst was finished, she would scarcely be able to walk.

Yet that wasn’t the case. He was angry and when he voice flew through the air she realized that someone had been watching them. Gilloleth gasped and tried to wrap the blanket more tightly around her. Someone else had seen her naked?! Someone had seen her in the throws of passion. Seen her cum in that delightful gush from her loins. Her cheeks turned bright red.

“Explain yourself,” she growled right after her lover’s demand. Tears were actually streaming down her face. How embarrassed she was. Thomas’ bulk was used as camouflage and she peaked out from behind one of his arms.
 
The glare that Thomas leveled at Harac in that moment would have melted an iceberg. It definitely made Harac take a step backward, his eyes glancing from Thomas to Gilloleth and back again. When Gilloleth demanded that he explain himself, Thomas let a feral grin slide across his face. No doubt Harac had gotten an eyeful, seeing the pretty bard impaled on his cock, bouncing up and down, her breasts thrust out in wanton lust. The very idea that the General might have been spying on them, might have seen her climax, boiled his blood.

“Answer the lady, Harac” he growled at the man. He stayed where he was, still impaled inside Gilloleth, for fear that if he moved, the man would get another view of her lovely body. “And do it fast unless you want to anger me.”

Harac swallowed slowly, taking another step back, then bowed slightly. “My apologies your lordships” he murmured, his voice pitched low in deference. “I did not mean to interrupt you. The servants said you were out here eating breakfast and I needed to speak to you.” He glanced up then, his eyes falling on Gilloleth and slowly roaming over what skin he could see. A look of lust came over him then but he quickly pushed it away and put his courtly blank stare back in place. “The staff came up with some ideas for how we can start rebuilding the country and we want to meet again in an hour. I was sent to tell you.”

Thomas continued to stare at Harac, the look of lust he had displayed earlier noticed and filed away. Apparently he wasn’t the only one that thought Gilloleth was beautiful. “Thank you” he said. “That could have waited. Go now.” He almost told the man not to tell anyone what he witnessed but he knew it would do no good. Plus, the quicker rumors spread that they were intimate, the quicker folks might take to the idea of her being their future queen. “We will meet with you in one hour.” Harac nodded and turned, existing the garden quickly.

Looking down at Gilloleth, Thomas grinned. “I’m sorry we were interrupted milady” he murmured. “But we have some time if you’d like to continue.” He bent down them and captured her lips with his own, enjoying her taste.
 
The beautiful bard was trembling though. That encounter, as brief as it was, scared her. Although she had only known a man for a day, she knew what a man looked like when he lusted after someone. It had happened many, many times before. As an entertainer she had to deal with many men and even some women attempting to do things to her. She did not like the way the general stared at her.

“I am…” she paused as she broke the kiss. She did not want to continue. What if that man was still watching them? This beautiful place had been ruined for her that day. No longer did she feel safe and secure within the beautiful walls of this serene and placid place. Her heart sunk. “I am alright. We should get ready for that meeting though. Don’t want to waste the day away when we have the night to ourselves.”

A damned guard needed to be posted at the entrance of that place. No one should be allowed into their sanctum unless they have permission or it was an emergency. Gilloleth did not want the entire court to see her in the middle of climaxing. Her cheeks burnt brightly at the thought and she cleared her throat, sliding from beneath him. Despite what had been going through her mind, there was a good deal of wetness between her legs, and when she pulled him out it was with a sloppy ‘shlick’.

“I want to make sure I am composed for this meeting. I know I should not sit in but it is about our country and that is the most important thing.”
 
Thomas nodded as she moved out from beneath him, his rapidly shrinking manhood sliding out of her. Her words made sense. Now was not the time or the place to continue their intimacy, no matter how much either of them might have wanted to do that. As he moved aside and began to gather their clothes, anger rolled through him in waves, brought on by the invasion of their privacy by his trusted aide. Worry also seeped into his pores, driven by the memory of the look the General had given Gilloleth upon seeing her in all her naked glory.

Handing her clothes to her, he began to slide into his own, each movement jerky and rough. The sound of the waterfall in the background did little to sooth his seething soul, which broiled more and more as he thought about how the General had burst in on them. That would not happen a second time. He gathered up the tablecloth and stood. “We should head back to our room” he murmured as he led the way back down the path “and get cleaned up. I had one of the servants gather some additional clothes for you while we ate. They will give you a selection of more formal wear to choose from and will hold you until we can get into town and procure new ones for you.” He realized how that sounded and paused, turning to her. “What you wear now is lovely, and I will always love seeing you in it, but as Queen, you will need to display a certain image to our people when in formal meetings and events.”

He turned and continued down the path, knowing she would understand what he was saying even if it did sound harsh. The first step in gaining acceptance of her as his bondmate and Queen lay in acting the part.
 
Since she had already said as much earlier that morning it was not harsh. Odd but not harsh at all. She dressed quickly and followed him back to the castle. The mood had been completely and utterly shattered. They both now were both in what appeared to be pretty foul airs. Gilloleth crossed her arms in front of her chest and sighed. Perhaps it had bothered her a little. The bard was not a child. Sure, she may have acted like one, but she understood full well that her attire was no Queenly.

“I know,” she said, perhaps snapping in defense a little too quickly. “I have stated the same thing earlier this morning.”

When they got back to their room indeed a dress was waiting for her. One that was lovely, to be sure, and covered a goodly amount of skin. It was not something she was used to but she was grateful for it. That one general had done a very good job of frightening her. A very, very good job.
 
When Gilloleth spoke those first two words, he knew he’d irritated her with his comments. He hadn’t meant to and he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d mentioned the clothes at all, at least not in that way, but it was done and he knew his irritation at the General had bled over into his words to her. As they entered the room and she move towards the dress, he slid up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry” he murmured. He was not a man accustomed to apologizing but he felt the words were needed now. “I let my irritation with Harac get the best of me and I snapped at you.” He kissed the back of her neck delicately then let go and stepped to her side, glancing down at the dress. It was elegant and beautiful and very stately. Picking it up, he held it out in front of her. “This will look lovely on you” he said, smiling. Setting it back down on the bed, he kissed her gently. “I’m going to wash up and change. I am interested to see what ideas the staff has generated.” He moved off to the wash room then, prepared to wash up a little and change clothes.
 
Gilloleth melted at the kiss. The iciness that had started to freeze over her heart shattered. How could she stay mad at the man who stole her heart so thoroughly? A sigh escaped her lips and silently she padded in after him. She needed to get cleaned up as well. Besides, she would love to clean him. There was something sensual about the thought.

“I would like to know as well,” she said in a small and tender voice. “These men, darling, frighten me. Not because they can hurt me physically, though I wouldn’t put it behind that horrible Alyssandra to try and kill me, but because they could possibly tear us apart.”

It was a valid concern. More so since she saw how he reacted towards someone simply looking at her with lust. Clearly she was his. He had claimed her and showed himself to be a jealous man. That on its own was frightening. What would he do if she was somehow hurt by these men of war?

“Hopefully we can talk some sense into them.”
 
They entered the washroom and he padded over to the cast iron tub, large enough for two people easily. Water poured into the tub from a spigot and pump, which pulled it from underneath the room. He had discovered earlier that something under the room heated the water before it came out of the spigot, an invention he very much wanted to learn more about since his country still had to warm water manually. Turning on the spigot, he let the warm water begin to fill the tub. As it slowly filled, he gathered the soap and towels they would need, setting them nearby.

Turning to her, he pulled her into his arms briefly and kissed her. Breaking away, he smiled. “You are right to be frightened by the men my love” he murmured as he held her close. “They are warriors who are used to conflict. What we propose changes their way of life completely and some of them will not like that. They’ll try their best to create problems for us, of that I have no doubt. It will be up to us to ensure that they don’t. Having someone special like you in my life is new to me and it will take some getting used too. If I act weird at times, you’ll just have to put me in my place.” He grinned at her before glancing back at the tub and then moving to shut the water off. Testing its warmth, he nodded. “It’s ready for us” he murmured as he moved to her again and began to lift her dress off her.
 
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