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Lovely Wings (Jenivue Grimm and Mancave)

Tiberius dropped the ax in front of Kenning, kneeling down and whispering something in his ear before standing and walking away "Lakened." he called to the old man "Call for a healer for him." he stopped and aighed as he turned aeound and went back and yanked off the mantel from Kenning "You wont need this any longer. Your sister will be lady of the lands. You may live there and be of service to her if she wishes it." he said and walked back shovong the mantel into the hands of Lakened. "I want to rest. Do not disturb me until dinner is ready." he said to the man, not tryinvto be mean but obviously and understandly upset. He walled up to Kilika "Please forgive me. I had not wanted you to expreince such a thing on your first day. But you handled yourself beautifuliy. If you will, I will show you to your room myself." he said trying to force out a smile to her. He was proud of her. He was extremely proud of her just upset by the reason it had to happen. He looked to the princess "Im sorry you had to hear thar. If i had known, I would have handled this alone."

After that, he lead Kilika down another hall, a smaller one than the great hall where the throne was kept. He stopped infront of a large door, the wood being hled by brass hinges. He opened it for her and let her go inside. It was a bed room,a large one at that. A large bed sat against the wall, covered in furs, a large fire place with a fire going, and two dressers. He nodded to one "That is yours now. We have more places for any clothing you have thats just what you need at hand." on top of the dresser was an assortment of items, inckuding a polished bronzed mirror, an ivory handle hear brush, and matching comb. There were other items there too, she would time to explore the rest. He also nodded at two T shape frames. One held a suit of metal armour, Tiberius's. "The empty one is for your armour if you wish to display it. This will be our room. For now, you will have it to yourself. Nothing but the best for y high lady." he said with a smile "Kilika..." his smile vanished "I am sorry for what he said. I want you to know I do not think of you in that way. I know your not exactly human, but that matters very little to me. Im happy to have you here." he said as he sat on the bed, letting her look around. The room was warm, with the fire and a few torches going to keep it warm. The walls were fitted stone blocks, the ceiling and fllor, planks of wood. The floor had a large rug covering a good part of it. The walls had a few paintings on them, and a set of deer antlers. His bear banner hung above the fire as well. "I dont think I told you, but each major house has a symbol. Most are animals like mine, the bear. Its tradtion that we hang your banner beside mine if you have a symbol. If you dont, then we'll just share mine." he said and laid back onto the bed "Who knew being a ruler was so hard? So many to please with so few reasoucres. And now i lost one of my closest friends and allies..." he said as he closed his eyes sighing again.
 
She nodded to him when he said he would show her to her room, or rather their room, and stepped to the side as she said,"By all means, I'll follow." Kilika observed and listened to him as he apologized on their way to their room. As soon as she entered she smiled as she took in everything. Briefly, she noticed that most likely either her father or her sister's fiance had already put her bags into the room. Still she was enraptured by the sights and new smells of everything. A faint blush came to her snowy appearance as it came upon her that she would be sharing a bed with a man soon. She nodded as she stared at the empty armor stand. Then she walked to her bags and started to pull out her armored outfit. As she was placing the helm piece on she turned slightly when she heard her name being called. He apologized again. She smiled softly at him and replied,"I know you don't think of me as that. I'm happy to be here as well."

On the matter of a banner she thought before she said,"I do have a emblem." Kilika walked to one of the items that were wrapped in cloth and pulled out what looked like a shield almost. After a little polish with her wing she said,"I don't share the exact same emblem as my sister. My father told me that when they were making it, he had it altered. I'm not by blood his daughter, but I am his daughter. Still he once told me that it felt wrong to just ignore that they adopted me from my dying harpy mother. Wrong to just ignore the fact that I am a harpy. So he designed this special emblem that mixed to honor what I am as well." It was around the size of a shield but it's design would render it useless as such. It was glass that was decorated by golden vines bordering its edge baring silver feathers here and there. In the center it was a four winged bird beautifully etched and lightly colored gold. Her family's emblem was a shield bordered by vines but their's had a scepter going through the middle behind the shield.

As she placed it in a safe place she turned back to him to watch as he laid on the bed. She sighed and sat at the edge as she said,"If he is a true friend, it may take time, but he will seek you out again. He'll ask forgiveness, acknowledge what he did wrong, and be more understanding or the weight you bare. While he is your friend, he'll come to understand with time apart that you are king now. Such things can not be tolerated that were before. He could have handled that situation better. Even a throne room in not entirely private. He should have request a private meeting and voice his worries over it." Her hand reached over and lightly covered his as she said,"I am confident that eventually you two will be in better standing with each other again." With that, Kilika went back to putter her armor in its place. Once that was done she settled on the bed and then asked,"I have experience with protecting my kingdom from raiders. Care to tell me more about this, Rolo? It seemed like there was history between the two of you that goes beyond just him being the leader of some raiders."
 
He chuckled "It seems you will see all those who were once good turn bad... I hqlf lied to you before. I told you I had no siblings. I had one. My mother had been married to another before my father. She had had a child with him thrn he died ajd my father married her. Rolo is my older half brotber." his hand twitched slightly as he thought of geiping her hand, her skin felt so nice on his rough and thick skin. But he feared if he was talking about this, he may squeeze and hurt her. "He thaught he would get the throne. And he would have had I not been borned. Then he tired to kill me. My... Our mother stopped him and he was banished. He comes back once in a while but I dont even know what he looks like... " he turned his head to look to her, his eyes open "I am afraid I bring much drama when you enter my fsmily." he said with a slight chuckle

he laid there, enjoying her hand against his, her in his view and her company over all before finslly standing "I am sorry but the trip was long. You too should rest. In my cultrul man and woman can share the bed before but I do not wish to push you. Tonight you can sleep here. " he said as he got up "Tonight there wil be a big dinner and tomorrow our wedding. You are welcome to see the castle as you wish and go outside of you want. Is there anything else I can do for your my lady before I leave?" he asked, giving her a soft smile
 
The history between the two was almost like herself and her sister. Except she supposed she had been able to accept that her younger sibling would take the throne as that was what she had always been told. Rolo however, it seemed, had been in line for the throne but Tiberius was born. She nodded and then replied,"Thank you for telling me. I will urge for some way to take to the skies again and assist in helping with the raiders... Don't worry about the drama. Despite how calm it was at the castle, I have had to deal with a fair amount as my sister is training to take the crown. Assassination plots, cults, raiders, all the downfalls of being a leader. I will lend a metaphorical hand then I want to." She laid on the bed with the wrist of her wings still covering his hand. Her other wing came up to pillow beneath her head. Her eyes closed for a minute but opened when she felt the weight shift as he left. She replied again,"Well, It is your bed... And I'm not opposed to you sharing it. After all, our wedding is tomorrow so it is something that eventually sooner or later I will have to become comfortable with. Not to say I'm not already, if your tired then your tired. I won't come in and kick your out of your own room... In the mean time," She shifted the furs and bedding sheets over her wings and body before she continued,"I will take this time to nap away the travel fatigue."

As she shifted a bit to be comfortable she really wished she had human hands. She would have been able to grip and move it more effectively. Yet she managed to quickly and easily find a position that she liked.

It was a short nap at the most only a couple of hours before she was back up and about after she finished unpacking. Her talons seemed to echo so much farther as she wandered the halls. She explored the highest points that didn't require her to put on her thick winter clothing. Which meant that she would be at least able to fly within this walls and close to fire sources. She was aware as some of the staff would double take when they caught glimpses as she walked across the high beams, staring around. Finally, she was escorted to the dinning room when dinner was ready. Her sister chuckled and asked,"Busy wandering?"

"There's so much to see, I wanted to get a feel for the the entire place. Nearly lost myself a couple times."
 
"Just be sure not to get lost. I'd hate to see we loose the future high lady."Came a voice from behind her. The older man, withthe white bread stood there "Hello your highnessess." he said greetin them both "Sorry to interurp, but I was asked to find you and ask you to follow me. Everyone is gathering for the feast. Your future husband...s... Are both there. So is the rest of your family." he said to them, no smile or emotion was on his face. He didnt seem unfriendly, just having a netuel face. He turned and hobbled away, seeming in his older age that he had trouble walking. He wore a black robe with the black mantel on his shoulders. And sliver clasp. When they finally made it to the throne hall, long tables had been brought out. Bread and achol was already set, and when Kilika entered everyone stopped talking and all ryes were on her for a fewmoments. Half of the town must be there. Finally the silence broke as Tiberius stood feom his seat at the head of the table "All hail Kilika, future High Lady, and commander of the winds!" at his words, all raised their glasses save for her damily and yelled in less than unison "Hail Kilika!!" before returning to their talking. There were three tables. Two large ones that ran the length of the hall, and a smaller head table near the throne. There were three empty chairs there, one beside Tiberius. After she sat down he leaned over "Sorry about the whole commanding the wind thing, everyone gets a title and thats the best we could comd up woth. Until you make your own that is. " he said chuckling softly. Then came the food, pig, oxen, deer, goat, and chicken were brought in by the pound, and some fish presented to Kilika. Smoked salmon. Cheese, rasin bread, warm and cold beer, apples, potatoes and so mucj more food was brought. Thr food wasnt exactly tasty but it offered it own simple beauty, not over intoxicating.

As the feast went, people started to come over to present presents to them. There was standard things like some bolts of cloth, a few live stock that wasnt brought in but simply told to them, but a few items stuck out. Such as a banner, by the old man. "Cheif Tiberius told me of your symbol and showed it to me while you were gone. I drew it and had a banner made for you so it may hang wih yourhusbands. "he explained and it was lifted up bheind them and hung beside the bear. The same colours as her crest, though not quite as detailed. Still beautiful none the less. Then the war master Benjin came forward, the man with one eue "It is normal for the war master to give a weapon or armour piece, and in this case it may prove to be. ! He presented her a case. Almost a foot long, three inches wide and an inch thick. The wood looked beautifuly old and worn to be polisjed "Harpies are no atrangers in our land and my grandfather fought one. Afterwards, thry were great freinds. The harpie gave him this, and I think you deserve it more than me. " he said and opened the case. Inside was a harpie festher. Unlike her white, this one was black. It seemed thickerand heavier than hers too. "Used it as a quill once in a while but mostly kept it as an heirloom. But I dont have any heirs, so my new neice might as well get it." he said with a smile.

After all of the gifts were presented and the feast was done, music was playes and deseret was given, pies and cakes, and something made with snow and flavoured juice on it.

As the night died down, Tiberius was dinally given the chance to speak with her "I hope it wasnt too much handle?" he asked her leaning over to do so
 
Both their eyes went wide as soon as all eyes turned to them. Kilika blushed as she was apparently given the title of 'commander of the winds'. Her sister went to sit with her fiance and she walked to sit with Tiberius. When he explained the reason for the title she nodded and said,"Well, I suppose it fits me." Then the food was served. She happily indulged in mainly fish and fruits, however she did also have some of the other foods available. At least the foods that she was able to handle with her wings.

She was very surprised and impressed with the banner that had been made for her. Kilika smiled and then replied,"Thank you. It's wonderful." Then she turned her attention to the other who came to them. It came as a bit of a surprise that he had told her that the harpy race wasn't a stranger to their lands. Perhaps she'd have more luck here. When a child came about, it would be helpful to be able to consult with other harpy. She certainly wished she had been able to in her youth. Would have saved her a lot of panic and harm. Her eyes softened as he opened the case and presented the feather. It wasn't anything like her own. Perhaps the harpy race had adapted their feathers to be able to withstand the cold temperature. Maybe in these lands she would see harpy that looked more bird. She thought for a while and wondered if her own body would trigger herself to grow more feathers, thicker feathers. Perhaps she'd have to wait and see. With the brightest smile she had ever done she said,"I love it! It's so beautiful!"

The night proceeded well. Everything was so lively to hear. Nothing like the parties that were held at their castle. Mostly it was just some very soft music with people calmly talking. Not even drinking just holding the glass with the wine and talking. All dances were elegant and enchanting, but still nothing like this. This brought out ones heart beat. Her father wasn't joking when he said that the northern people were very full of life. She calmly indulged in the dessert while her sister, being by far more youthful for her, was really enthusiastic about the sweets. Her husband as always made sure she handled herself in a regal way. She supposed that it was a bit alright. Her sister was still very much in training after all. Her attention was brought away by Tiberius. With a chuckle she said,"Not at all. If anything it's invigorating to have this change in environment. The parties at our castle were always so quiet and dull really. Nothing like this. This was really being full of life, this was an actual party instead of just a political battlefield or introduction to royalty." Her introduction to the political and royalty was something more somber, for lack of a better word. Every party was like that. Heck hardly anyone danced and even dancing had to be practiced. Still she had always found it some what enjoyable, if for nothing else than to listen to music.

"I can only imagine what tomorrow is going to be like when we have our wedding."
 
"Well, this is pretty timid. But you will zee for yourself. As for the wedding itself, I believe your people wear a dress? Do you have one? If you dont but desire one, i have a tailor from another land standing by. He will have one made by the morning if that is what you wish." he offered her. "As for tomorrow, it will be far more exicting. I dont want to spoil the surprise quite yet. " he said with a sly grin at her. He was smiling at her and was still as he turned his head before his smile disappeared and a woman was standing at the other side of the table. "Sara." Tiberius said with a nod.

The woman before them was a beautiful blonde lady, her gown a dark green with gold trimmings. Her blonde hair was the same shade as Kenning. "My cheif." she said plainly as she turned her gaze on Kilika "High... High lady." she said, almost forcing it out as she spoke before turning towards Tiberius again "Forgive me. We seem to have... Forgotten to brinvyou a gift. Trustit will come in a few days." she said and bowed befofe backing away and leaving them alone, the whole table seem die with the conversation but it soon pocked up again and Tiberius leaned over to Kilika "That was Kennings sister. The one he wished me to marry. And now the lady to the east since her brother was... Well, you know. " he said grimly.

The dinner last a bit longer before finally people started to retire and head to whereever they planned on resting their heads for the night and Tiberius looked to Kilika. "Is there anything else before we part?" he asked her as he stood and offered her help with her chair.
 
She understood immediately the distaste Sara had for her. Kilika sighed inwardly. Then she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Tiberius ask if there was anything else. She smiled and gratefully accepted his help. As they made their way she said,"No, I don't think so. My parents already have the dress made and waiting with them for tomorrow. I would ask questions about the ceremonies and possible traditions but I think I like the idea of not knowing." She wasn't tired in the least bit, so she sweetly smiled up at him and said,"Good night, see you in the morning." Kilika then turned heel and started wandering into some random room. Her eyes turned upward to the beams and just like that she had bolted straight up.

Persephone shook her head as she noticed the darkened figure moving up above. Then she asked,"Your wedding is tomorrow and you won't turn in early at least for this night?"

Kilika looked down and said,"Others have been blissfully asleep for at least an hour now. What are you doing walking about in your nightgown?" Her sister chuckled and replied,"Don't turn the question on me... I wanted to come and talk to you, guard pointed me to your new room and when I took a peek you weren't there. So I knew you were about." Kilika noticed the book in her sister's hands and glided down before here. The two took a seat. Most would say that two women being up at night in the dark giggling would be very unbecoming and strange. However, when they were younger, it was something the castle guards had become used to hearing. Two young girls playing quietly in the halls. Trying their best really to be quiet, yet still they giggled and ran. As they grew up and Kilika took to the skies and patrol more, those nights left though. So being here with her sister was more nostalgic of their younger years. The book was a gift for Kilika. A collection of their adventures and misadventures together in the castle walls. Which included a detailed log of the injuries Kilika had, as well as a log of how many crushes Persephone had and for how long they lasted before the next one came up. Her sister already had several things to remind her of Kilika. Mostly things made from Kilika's feathers when they would fall out.

Kilika knew that her sister was very tired but keeping high energy to stay up with Kilika one more night. It was something she had done often when they were very young. Always tired but wanting to play with her older sibling. Finally, Kilika said,"You really should be in bed with your fiance." Her sister scoffed and replied,"I could say the same for you. Tomorrow is your wedding and you're gonna stay up all night."

"How about I make you a deal. I turn in right now, you go to bed.... You're shivering." She wrapped a wing around her sister. With some stern coaxing, her younger sibling was back in the guest room and Kilika was walking her way to her room. Her eyes gazed out the windows as she walked to stare out to the beautiful nighttime snowy scene. It was so lovely. She'd gladly fly out and explore it now. However, she knew that while inside was warm enough for her to fly, outside would be the end of her without special garments. The next day made her anxious. Nervous, but excited, she knew that would be a fight to sleep early. Still, she supposed that it had to be done. So she turned her gaze from the windows to turn in for the night like everyone.
 
Tiberius left her aftee that and retired to his room. A few hours later, he laid awake, starring at the ceiling in the darkness. He could just make out the support beams of his ceiling, as he thought of his day. So much had happened. But most of all, his best friend betaryed him. Now Kenning would be nothing more than a commoner. Would Kilika's words come true and he would return to being his friend? He always liked Kenning and his guidness was always welcomed. But he also thought why would Kenning speak out like that? He never wanted to be cheif. He was happy with Lordship... But his sister, Sara, had made it clear several times before that she would wed Tiberius if he wished it. But Tiberius loved Sara as a sister. He knew her better than most and she jad a cold side behind her soft face. He only made her lady because he had no other choice. Hopefully kenning would try and keep her in line...

His thoughts turned to Kilika. She was beautiful without a doubt, soft and gentle too. But she was strong, though a bit navie in his opinion. But was she the best choice? It would of course help both of their kingdoms and people but what of their children? Would they be able to fight like him? Would thry be strong enough? He smiled, he would make them strong enough. Besides, prehaps they could be better fighters with wings. As his uncle said, he fought one and his uncle was no easy foe. Even if he was getting older.

When morning came, Kilika's door brust open and a few hand maidens came in with Tiberius's mother. "Ahh, there you are! We are getting everything ready, your family is being woken for breakfast. Now we must hurry. There is much to do before the wedding." she said happily.

As the morning past, she was given a light breakfast, and as she ate, insurctions were given to her. Questions will be asked of her, there was no writen responses to the questions, so she may simply reply as she wwished. They would be easy even to understand. It was explained that she would wear white, to represnent the sun, mother of light and Tiberius was to wear black the moon, father of darkness. The father wasnt evil. Though warriors prayed to him when war came. She would carry a basket of herbs, thread, a comb and bread to respent that she would care for him, feed him and mend his clothing, and he would carry a bow and arrow for show he would rootdct her and bring her food. Even though thry wrre to be royal, and eouldnt have to worry about such things, it was tradtion.

Finally, the tims came and she was lead out to an opened carriage and lead through tosn with her family and mother inlaw. The whole citt came, cheering, throwing flower and wheat. It was explained that they were signs to help keep her beauty and health. When they arriaved at the temple, it was a large long building, with two towers, one at each end. Of course not eveyone could fit in it but many tried. She was ushered in quickly to the front and there they waited for mjsic. It almost lasted forever before finslly a flute and drum started and the doors openedfor her. So many people were there, and Tiberius awaired her at the end. He wore all black now, no fur save for fhe mantel on bis shoulders. His bread and hair had been trimmed and combed and sure enough he held an arrow and bow. When she came to him, he smiled at her, thinking she was truely beautiful as he turned to the shaman who asaited them. It was an old lady, wearing a dark grey cloak, her eyes covered in a black blind fold. A white fur mantal sat on her shoulders with a gold clasp. "Who comes from the night?" she asked
"Tiberius, Cheif of the North. Protector of plains and of the bear symbol. I wish to be wed to my sun."

the shaman turn to Kilika "Who is the sun and does she wish the same?" the shaman asked weakly but loudly. A large crowd was in the temple behind her, all watching them bshind their backs. And for a moment, most i.cluding Toberius, thought she may say no. She may run away. Not that they would blame her but to go through so much to simply back away. But Tiberius fought the fear as he waited, breathing slosly and evenly.
 
The sound of the door bursting open made her heart stop and her eyes snap open. Yet she quickly relaxed and left her room. Her focus seemed on everything. It was a lot to take in as everything was explained as well as their meanings, however she was able to retain it all. After the breakfast her parents came with the dress they had made for the day. She marveled at herself in the mirror. It was indeed a pure while mermaid styled dress with a slip at the front to allow her to walk without ripping the dress. The imprinted design in its fabric was very faint but sparse imagery of branches. It also came with more adornments of healthy green branching plants that wrapped around her shoulders and upper arm with their stemming thin branches intertwining with her wings. Her mother also approached and placed a laurel on her head. Finally, the last piece was a necklace that was made from two ribbon like white feathers that tied at the back with a gold piece, wrapped around her neck once before framing in the front of her chest where a tiny gold piece in the shape of a teardrop was. When she recieved the basket that she was to be carrying she had a quick thought and went to quickly grab fresh from the small herb garden she had brought over some additional herbs. They were the same herbs she put in her baths to maintain and keep her health. Then she placed some baby's breath flowers in as well. As a last minute thought when Kilika returned, a servant artfully wrapped a white ribbon around her legs as all of her shoes weren't exactly wedding material.

Standing there in the temple really hit it home that she was nervous about the whole thing... What if she screwed something up? There were so many people here and if she did anything wrong during the ceremony there would be no way she would able to redeem that image from their minds. The music brought her out of her mind. Her expression was a mask of focus as she made her way to him. Her wings folded politely in front of her as she carried the basket, her hair and appearance made up to blend their two cultures. Kilika smiled a nervous smile back at him. She took a deep breath and focused on the words being spoken.

Then came her slight fear. The moment she had to speak. It wasn't the fear of going through with it, it was the fear of saying something she shouldn't have. However, she kept the mask on as she spoke,"Kilika, Princess of the South. Commander of the winds and of the Imperial emblem. I wish the same, to marry my moon."
 
Tiberius wore all black, leather boots, cotton pants and atunic made of slik. He smiled at her words, already picking up on how ro reply. The shaman even seemed impressed as her mouth drew into a slight smile "Two eyes make one face. With out light, there is no darkness and with darkness, there is no light. These are our beliefs. Balance. Keep that close to your heart and give back what you take. Now-" she rose her arms up, a jingling sound rang through due to the large rings onher arms "-neither of you are a man or woman. You are a day. You are the evening."she said nodsing to Tiberius "As you are the morning." she nodded to Kilika. "Your day shall become a month, then a year. Evntually a life time. Do not try to break the day,and just as the sun sets and the moon rises, so much one of you raise if the tother shall fall. Do you understand bear?" she asked as she turned to look to Tiberius "Do you accept to be a husband, the night to her sun and wife. Will you protect herand never stop careing until you yourself are in need of care?"

"I accept and will until my life leaves and joins those of the honoured dead, she will be cared for." he spoke loudly as he turned to face her, stopping her from turning if she tried. She must face the Shaman still.

"Do you Kilika? Take the bear as your husband andmoon? When the morning comes, and he is weak, will you raise and do what you must?" she asked Shaman.
 
"I do and will always until I have fallen to the eternal, no longer to draw breath. I will care for him.", said, Tiberius' slight guide bringing her comfort. The bond that had been forged during the travel made her feel more grounded and safe when he was around. Their ideals and promises were something she easily found herself agreeing with. She was very ill advised in leading anything but a small armed force to ward off danger, but she felt that as long as she had him as her guide, then she'd be fine as she learned. It still seemed surreal that she was here. All her life she had thought that her life was going to go one way, and now here she was. Not that she minded at all. He was a good friend, helping her now to keep within traditions. Here in a place where men and women alike all tower over her, he was here pillar of strength. She just had to do her best to be his beacon of support.

She'd try to make things easier for him. Her reception had caused turmoil and loss but she'd try her best to try and mend what she had caused. Some way or another, she'd make herself someone he could turn to as well. Even with her inferior strength and small, frail stature, she'd swear... to be the sun to his moon.
 
The shaman smiled then nodded to her to yurn. Now they faced each other. Tiberius reachdd forward slightly and grasp her wings ssoftly. It was one of the few times they had touched so far. He starred at her, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. He was nervouss of course. There may be more who opess this marriage like Kenning but he was strong enough to fight it. Besides, every marriage had people against it.

The shaman rose her hands, more jingling. "I give you night and day. Morning and evening. Husband and wife." she then lowered her arms and spoke once more but quirtly "You may now join and make your day." she said softly. Tiberius felt only a moment hesition, he then softly pulled her towardshim. His arm wrapped around her waist and he leaned forward and kissed her. His eyes had closed right before their lips met. She was surprisingly warm and soft against his. In that breif moment, he didnt hear anything. Didnt see anything. Only felt and tasred her. After a few moments their lips parted as he pulled away and the roar of cheering came crashing into his ears. He smiled at her again "Well my high lady, would you like to celebrate?" heaaked her grinning.

(Do you want to skip the party? Ican givea description of what happened id you wish.)
 
(Yeah, I don't really see anything big happening during the party.)

There was hesitation on her side as well. She knew that it was going to come but still hesitance was also on her side. There was a slight few moments after her eyes closed where her form went tense as she hesitated to really return the kiss. However, maybe it was the warmth coming off him or some other reason, she easily went lax and was returned the kiss. The roar of the cheering brought her quickly out of her mindset. She was blushing really hard yet she was also smiling brightly.

It was the start of a better relationship between them. Between both kingdoms and supposed also between herself and Tiberius. At the mention of celebrating she nodded and said,"This does indeed call for celebration! Perhaps its the part my own sister has been looking forward to the entire day." Everything was very surreal for her at this point. She was his wife and the high lady of the people.
 
The Northern plains roared with celebration. The whole city seem to have a part in on it. Though most tried to get to the castle, only a portion was allowedin. Luckily the celebration did not last two days as Tiberius had hoped. It did however, last until the sun finally started to raise the next day. Therewas music, dancing, several fests, and plays too. They harsly had time to be by themselves, to do nothing but celebrate with everyone else. Sometimes they were not eventogether to his dismay. There was wrestling to do with other men. Log tosses. While Kilika had to taste different pies and ither sweets, along with dancing and showing her wings off to all the childrenwho found it unbelievable and wanted to take them into the sky with flight. After all of it, Tiberius stuckup behind her as people cleared away, heading to their rooms, houses or posts and liftsd her up, holding her with like a child with both arms easily. "Hello my moon." he said laughing as he turned and started tohead to their room together "I hope you had fun tonight. " he said happily. Despite being tired, she was so easy to carry he didnt have trouble with her and he was truely happy with her being here. She was an adventure for him. Something new and exicting but this adventure would not end for wuite some time...hopefully. As they came to their,he pushed the door open with his foot and walked in, kicking it close with his foot again and sat her down at the small dresser with the mirror. "In my country, thehusband must atill give his wife a gift but must wait until after the wedding." he said chuckling as he went his own dresser and pulled out a small box "Now, I believe this is your custom as well but it is done before marriage." he came over and offered her the box and opened it. Inside was a gold bracelet, with cravings of feathers and wings on it, and a bird with red ruby eyes. "Although its meant to be a ring, I didnt think a ring would work." he said with a chuckle as he placed the yellow metal on her bicep. It was cold at first but quickly warmed up. He the. Stood and made her face the mirror and bent over, his head above her shoulder "You are beautiful Kilika." he said fhen leaned down and kissed her neck "And i am happy to have you here. I promise that no matter what, I will do my best to make you happy." he whispered to her before kissing her neck again, as his hands rested on her hips "So... What shall we donow?" he askdd again and kissed her neck once more as his hands slowly started to run up her sides.
 
It was quite the celebration. Her reception with the children warmed her heart the most. It eased her worries about if she would be accepted or not. She had been dancing and her wings easily won the children's attention. For a good couple of hours on and off her time was spent allowed them to feel and play around with her feathers. There were many sweets and drinks. By the time the celebration was dying out, she was getting tired. She looked around for what had to be the hundredth time trying to find her husband whom she really hadn't been able to be around that much.

She was taken by surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around her and picked her up. Yet she smiled and laughed when she quickly recognized it as Tiberius. Happily, she relaxed in his arms as he carried her to their room. She was set on her feet and he told her of a gift and her attention followed him. The bracelet had her speechless. She awed at it even as he put it in place for her. She shivered a bit which brought her attention away but it came back all too quickly when she felt his lips on her neck. At that contact she experienced something she really hadn't before. Logic and sense started leaving her brain. His words were a pleasant sound but she wasn't really able to register much of it. Vaguely she remembered saying,"Honeymoon." Then his hands started running along her sides and with another shiver her eyes went very hazy as she was left with just primal instinct. She pushed her body back into his to fully feel his frame around herself. Slowly as she practically rubbed herself back against Tiberius, she freed herself of the adornments one by one. Though that was when she felt the frustration of having made no progress in getting the offending dress off her. She turned his arms suddenly and reached up to wrap her wings around him. Then she pulled herself up to start nipping and running her teeth along the edge of his ear. Her face then quickly went to bury her face into his neck and run her tongue from his collar bone to his ear before returning her attention back to his ear. The harpy race were intelligent but did had their moments of slipping into very primal states. Which Kilika had never done before now. Lustful thoughts swam through her mind. The taste of his skin on her tongue was something she just could no get enough of.
 
He couldnt help but find her struggle with the dress a little funny. He was taken back when she turned and pressed against him. Not that he was complaining. He leaned his head to the side to give her better access to his neck as he pulled her tightly against him. Slowly his hand found string that held her drrss together, and slowly undid them. Her dress became losser as he work, and he couldnt help but love how she kissed and nipped at his neck. Eventually he pulled away from her, he undid his tunic and let it fall off, exposing his tosro. Tiberius was well built, mwell toned muscles, and scars that crissed crossed his body from battles and fights long past. He disnt give her a chance to undress herself as he came up close to her again and kissed her again, as he picked her up and then tossed her onto the bed with ease. He then crawled on himself and over top of her and kissed her again before breaking it then leaning down and kissing her meck, and lightly biting. His hands then went to her thighs, slowly moving her dress ou of the way, his hands slowly ran up the sides of her bare legs, pulling up her dress as they went, his bare hands guiding along her naked skin with a great gentlness. He wanted her desprately,not hable to stop himself now even if he wanted to. Her scent, the feel of her body against his, it all drove him crazy.
 
Her eyes admired him as he stripped off his tunic. It was a canvas of strength. The scars didn't repel her at all. In fact it made him all the more irresistible to her. She giggled as he tossed her onto the bed before embracing her wings around him again as he crawled on top of her. Her breathing became heavier as his lips came upon her neck and she felt his hands sliding up her legs. The rough texture on his hands contrasted against her soft skin, but it made it feel all the more pleasurable. She practically purred as she closed her eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of him over her. She let out a small moan like sound as she felt his light biting.

With the dress now loose she was finally able to very easily and quickly pull the dress away from her body. Revealing panties but no bra. Kilika almost never wore a bra in her entire life. It was too annoying to her. She always had to have a servant put it on and off, it dug into her shoulders during flight, and other such annoyances. So she went without all the time. As soon as the offending outfit was gone her touch wrapped out him once again. Pulling his body closer to hers, flooded purely by primal thoughts. The wrists of her wings explored and caressed the expanse of his back. Her mouth went to nip and lick at his shoulders while keeping her own neck exposed as well.
 
He coulsnt help adrime her for a moment. She was without a doubt a beauty. He leaned into her more as shee kissed his neck and him back to her, his hands went to her pantie, but not removing them. His fingers of one hand started to softly rub against her slit through the light fabric of her underwear, moaning as he went. His other hand came back to her chin and pushed her head back and kissed her again, this time it was a deep kiss, his tongue breaking through her lips and wrestled with hers, as if fighting for control over it. As his fingers went, eventually feeling a dampness from her, he gently pushed the panties to the side, and slowly started to insert his finger into her, to fet her ready what was to come, though already his pants felt as if they would rip from how tight they felt. He didnt know if he loved her... But he loved how she felt...
 
She held in a moan and her back arched a bit. It was sweet torture for her. This feeling was a drug and it was one she'd gladly get addicted to. Her eyes softly closed as her lips danced with his. It was a short fight for control, one she'd lost with no regret. There was a shiver and a slight soft moan into his mouth as his finger journeyed inside of her. Perhaps it was just something about how much they differed from one another that she found she couldn't resist. The fact that a child brought from him would be stronger than herself. What ever it was, she was no exactly in her right set of mind to analyze anything. Her body felt like it was turning into one single hot nerve. Her cheeks were flushed as she felt that lustful fire not being satisfied with taking over her mind, but also running in circuits up and down her form. It was blissful torture that had her yearning for more. Her hips moved and arched up into him. Coaxing for more.
 
He played with her more and more, feeling her squirm under him. He could feel the heat coming from her and how wet she was. He eventually withdrew his finger from her soaked sex, and smiled. He adjusted himself so he knelled infront of her, each leg on a side, as he undid his pants, and he pulled out his member. He wasnt huge, but bigger than most. His member was fully hardened, twitching ever so slightly from lack of attention. He leaned over her, and kissed her again as his shaft rubbed against her, up and down, teasing her with each movement. He broke the kiss and grinned at her "Tell me..." he whispered against her lips. "Tell me you want me inside of you..." he said, grinning at her as he spoke in the low fire light. He almost prayed she would hurry because he could barely hold himself back at this rate.
 
There could be no better sight in the world. The soft glow of fire casting wildly across his form as he undid his pants. When she saw the size of him, it immediately caused her to clench. She was more than ready. Her whole body and mind screaming for what she knew was to come. Her wings wrapped around his neck as he leaned back down over her. There were more shivers as he spoke to her and she sang like a canary,

"Please, I want you inside of me so bad."
 
He smiled as he kissed her again, and slowly started to push the tip against her slit, before finally breaking through. She was tight. Ever so tight. He grunted as he forced himself inside of her, unable to help but love how her inner walls gripped and molded around him as he pressed further and further into her, slowly but surely. He thought he may melt by how hot she felt. After reaching a cretain length, he pulled back before back into her again and repeatsd this motion as his hips moved on their own, smacking against hers. He broke the kiss again to breathe, pantung heavily and moaning her name softly "Kilika..." he moaned as he kept thrusting into her, pushing a bit deeper witheach thrust.
 
There was a slight hiss as she inhaled. It was a foreign feeling yet it did nothing but bring her further down into her primal mind. The difference in their sizes was noticeable to her. She felt stretched as she adjusted to his size. The process was helped from both his continued movements and her own wetness. Her name never sounded so good than when it came off as a moan on his lips. There was slight pain, but nothing that made the experience uncomfortable. If anything, it made it all the more delightful. Soft quiet moans escaped her lips. However, on one pass he had brushed up against a particularly wonderful spot that had her instantly singing out his name.
 
He kept thrusting into her, unable to steop even if he wanted to. All else was lost to him. The only thing he knew was there was her and him. Nothing else mattered. His hands ran down her sides and caressed her butt cheeks, squeezing them hard asone hand then came up to support her back. He then lifted her up, so now she sat in his lap. He no longer moved his hips but simply lifted and lowered her onto his member, holding onto her ass cheeks still as he went, his mouth kissed and bit her upper chest, eventually going for a new target. His mouth latched obto one of her nipples as he sucked lightly. Not expecting anything to come out but still enjoying the process regardless. His mind was blank with the only expection of wanting to keep going amd not stopping. At least thats what he thought until he felt it. A pressure building i.side of him, his pace with her qucikened and she was dropped harder than before. He pickdd up his pace before leeting go of her breast and whisprring "Im... Im going to cum..." he whispered to her as he kept thrusting more and more
 
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