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Beautiful Relations Ch. 01

By: CloakofNight



Kivdar glanced across the sitting room to the woman who was to be his wife. His wife. That concept was peculiar to him. He had sworn he would never marry, and then he had become the king's confidant. After a week, the King had demanded he pick himself a wife from the available maidens. Casts offs really. The king had chosen his own bride from their numbers and left him to pick one of the others. Rape was an everyday occurrence in this land. Even amongst the noble families. Yet somehow, Kivdar had managed to choose a girl that was not only a virgin, but from a very good family. A family that was well above his own status.

The King of course had been more then generous when he had informed the girl's father that his eldest daughter would be marrying his confidant. He had given the man twice the bride price that he would have otherwise received. Still, the lord had been angry. So angry that he had marched to the castle with his daughter in hand on the king's own wedding night. After the ceremony had concluded, he had handed Kivdar the keys to the girls' ankle chains and informed him that the girl was his problem now. He could do what he wished with her.

Ankle chains. That is probably how the girl had managed to keep her virginity. They were a common sight in Varecht. Those men who wanted to insure the safety of their women often chained their ankles together in such a way that it was near impossible for the girl to do anything but walk. It also made it almost impossible to rape her. Unless of course you wanted to take the time to cut the chains, But who wanted to do that? 

Kivdar sighed. The poor girl had not said much of anything to him all night. She sat next to him at the Kings table and ate only when he asked her why she was not. When it came time to escort the King and his new bride to their bedchamber she had followed him. His duty to the king ended in the hall outside his rooms, and he had watched that door close with mixed emotions. With a sigh and a quickly muttered prayer that his king did not seriously harm his new bride, he had turned to his own lady. 

She was staring at him in shock. Apparently, his little prayer had startled his bride to be. She was surprised to find that he had the capacity to care about the well-being of others. No doubt, she had expected the worst from him, and when he had told her, she was wrong she began to open up. They had made light conversation all the way back to his rooms. Only ending once they had stepped inside.

Here is where it became awkward. This girl was his he could do whatever he wished with her, but he did not want to frighten her overmuch on their first evening together. In silence he leaned himself up against the wall near the hearth and watched her slowly take in her surroundings. She was exquisite, a lovely young woman in her early twenties. She had her auburn hair pulled up onto her head in a style popular among the court ladies. However, the dress she wore was quite simple, a single piece item sewn from silk the color of the night sky. Despite its simple cut, it fit her like a glove accentuating all the lovely curves of her lithe frame perfectly.

A small voice in the back of his head told him he should probably offer her one of the two unused bedrooms in his suite to sleep in for the evening. However, as his eyes roamed over her smooth desert sand colored skin, and settled upon those sparkling sea blue eyes he knew he could never do that. She belonged to him, would become his wife and bear his children... And he wanted her. He wanted her bad.

With a gentle smile, Kivdar walked over to his bride to be and took her by the hand. "Come Tavia. We can't stand about in the sitting room all night."

His touch had startled her. She had not been looking at him when he approached, and he instantly saw fear enter her eyes. No doubt, she wanted to flee, but she could not. So instead, she followed him and allowed her to lead her into his bedroom. With the utmost care, he coaxed her over to the bed and sat her down upon the edge.

By now she was trembling, so he decided to let her be while he began to remove his own clothing first. "I promise you that I will go slowly. I will cause you no pain. No harm at all." He looked her directly in the eyes. "All I ask of you is that you try to convince yourself to trust me." 

At once, he began undoing the buttons on the front of his tunic, his eyes never once leaving hers. She was trying to be brave, trying not to turn her gaze away from him, but she was failing. Soon he had his tunic completely undone and set it down on a near by chair. Following the tunic, he removed his cotton undershirt, setting it on the same chair. Since he was now bare from the waist up, he brought his fingers to the clasp of his belt, unfastening it. A quick tug had his belt, and scabbard sliding off his waist and he set both down on top of his shirt and tunic.

When his fingers went to the top of his breeches he stopped. It was probably best to leave those on, for now anyway. So instead, he sat himself down on the chair he had been piling things, being mindful of his scabbard and removed his boots and socks. Once he had them set neatly beside the chair he removed the keys to the girl's ankle chains from his pants pocket. Almost instantly, the girl's eyes went wide. Yeah, it was going to take a lot of work for him to calm her down.

With slow, careful motions, he made his way to where she sat on the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of her. "Whatever you have heard," he reached out to claim those offensive chains, quickly unlocking each shackle. "I want you to forget it." He set the chains down on the ground, his fingers lightly brushing the skin of her ankles. "I'm not just going to rip off your dress and have at you like most men would probably do." His fingers slid lower as he casually removed her shoes and set them aside.

She did not speak, barely even dared to breathe. His words seemed to do little to help calm her, so he lifted himself up and brought his lips a hairsbreadth away from hers. He lingered there, judging her reaction to his close proximity before he leaned in further and kissed her. "Can you bring yourself to trust me?"

She was trembling, her eyes sparkling with barely suppressed fear but so far, she had not pulled away. Eventually she swallowed and nodded just once. "I... I will... try."

Instantly he smiled. "That is all I'm asking for." He leaned in to kiss her once again as he slid his arms around her waist and began gently running his hands over her back. As he caressed her he casually and delicately began to undo the lacing that served to hold her dress closed. Some men found the multitude of little crisscross sections of the lacing troublesome but for him it was no problem at all. Within a few minutes, he had the entire backside of her dress wide open, his hands gently roaming over her silky smooth skin.

The moment she felt his hands on the bare skin of her back, she tensed slightly. Had she even realized he had been working to unfasten her dress as he kissed her? With steadfast determination, he allowed his fingers to begin working that fabric forward pushing it first off, her shoulders and then casually edging it down her arms. He could tell that fear was returning, but so far, she did nothing to stop him. When he finally slid the fabric over her hands, he kissed her once again.

The kiss did little to help calm her this time however, especially not when he slid his hands to her hips and pushed the dress down past the curve of her buttocks. From here, it was simply a matter of getting all the fabric off the bed, over her legs before gravity took over, and settled the whole thing on the ground around his knees. 

Now that he had her completely nude, he leaned back a little bit to admire her. "Mm, you simply are lovely," he murmured quietly. "Absolutely stunning." He reached out to run his hands gently over her shoulders and down her arms, before capturing her hands and bringing them to his lips for a couple of light kisses. "You deserve to be worshipped." A quick tug sent her tumbling forward into him, and he caught her up as he finally pushed himself off his knees. The cold, hard stone floor simply was not comfortable for him any more; he needed to get her into the middle of the bed.

With careful movements, he crawled up onto the bed and gently settled her down somewhere near the center, sliding a couple of pillows beneath her head before he settled down beside her. Even trembling as she was he found her completely and breathtakingly beautiful. How did he manage to come into possession of a woman as marvelous as this? It was if she had been plucked right out of some fantasy and laid out before him, ripe for the taking. And he had every intention of taking her.

Rolling himself onto his side, he propped his head up with one hand while the other began to slowly run over her body. He kept his touch light and teasing, tracing fingers idly down her neck, her shoulder, over her arms. His desire for her was growing more and more unbearable with every second that passed. Would he be able to continue with his plans?

In a move that was perhaps a little quicker then he had originally intended it to be, he slid that free hand upward to cup her cheek coaxing her to turn her head toward him. He needed to taste her again, was going to go mad if his lips could not have hers. Therefore, he took them, drawing her into a kiss that started out sweet but soon began to grow heavy with his hunger. While he kissed her, his hand went back into motion roaming ever southward until he brought it over her stomach and curbed it up to cup one of her breasts. 

That move had startled her enough that she tried to break the kiss, and he let her. Yet he did not remove his hand from its prize. "Let me worship you Tavia." He said it as though he were pleading with her, his hand gently caressing the sensitive skin of her nipple. "I will put you on a pedestal; bring you to heights you never even imagined." A quick kiss was brushed casually over her lips a moment before she gasped from the sensations that must be rippling inward from his hand upon her breast. "Will you let me worship you, Tavia?"

His hand slid over to caress her other breast before she had a chance to reply, and she gasped again. "Yes," she murmured softly.

Once again, he smiled leaning in to kiss a soft trail down her cheek and jawbone. He really did not need her permission of course. There was only going to be one outcome of this evening. And while he might not make her completely at ease with the idea, he would make sure she felt little to no pain during the process. You see a widowed noble woman who had picked him up off the streets after his father tossed him out had trained him. She had watched him grow from an awkward teenager into what she said was a fine young man.

She had lusted after him, and eventually informed him that as payment for her generosity in taking him in he was going to start sharing her bed. Since she was not all that bad looking, despite her age, he had not objected. What had followed was eight glorious years of pleasure and security. It turned out she was a marvel in bed, and had shared her knowledge of the bedroom arts with him freely. He had learned much under her steady hand, and now he would apply that knowledge to his future wife.

Of course, this probably was not the best time for him to be thinking back on his years spent with Lardana. It was already taking most of his willpower to keep himself from removing his breeches and having at this beautiful young woman beside him. Gods but she smelled so good like a cool summer breeze on a hot muggy night. He could not get enough of it, and it allowed him to take his time in kissing a trail over her body. So far, he had not made it past the girl's neck and shoulders. His lips tasting her skin over and over again before he began moving even lower.

The first stop on his sensual journey down the girl's body was of course going to be her breasts. So far he had only touched him with his fingers and hands, but that was about to change. His lips were drawing ever closer to those wonderful mounds of skin, so close, and yet not quite there yet. He was taking his time, listening to the sound of the girl's breathing, feeling the slight tremors of apprehension that began rolling through her body. Then between one heartbeat and the next, he claimed his first prize, his hand sliding away from her right nipple so that he could claim it with his lips instead.

Oh how the girl gasped in response to his actions. She was teetering on the edge of fear, and her body's natural response to his pleasant stimulation. And he was just feasting on it all. After a few moments of his worshipful suckling and kissing, he brought his tongue out and dragged it teasingly over the most sensitive parts of her pert nipple. She actually let out the smallest hint of a groan in response, and inward, he grinned. She was giving in, letting go of her fears.

After spending a decent amount of time on her right nipple, he kissed a sweet trail over to the left, awakening her sensitive spots all over again. He was almost becoming drunk on the taste of her sweet skin, the feel of her body as it squirmed beneath his. A few minutes later, he released her nipple entirely and turned his eyes upward to her face. He did not see any hint of fear there now. However, he had not gone anywhere near the true prize yet. He had kept his hands almost entirely above her waist until now. Now, he was going to change that.

Now is when he began running the hand not pinned under his own body downward, over the flat contours of her stomach and even farther to her waist. As he did this, he returned his lips to her body, kissing and licking all around the skin of her chest and breasts. He wanted to distract her, to keep her mind off what his free hand was doing and where it would eventually end up. That she had not begun panicking yet was a blessing for him. She seemed only to notice what his lips and tongue were doing, and that was fine by him.

That was of course, until he made his move. With a quick push, he pressed his hand home, wiggling it in between her legs and settling it on the ultimate prize. Almost instantly, the girl's entire body tensed up beneath him. Oh yeah, she had noticed that one all right. With a small smile which he kept hidden against the underside of the breast he was currently kissing, he slid a single finger in between her soft folds and began running it lightly over the sensitive little nub hidden within. She gasped and began almost trying to struggle away from him, her hands pushing lightly on his shoulders.

"Shh," he murmured gently, his finger not stopping. "Trust me, and relax." A quick kiss was placed on her closest nipple. "I haven't hurt you yet, now have I?"

After a moment, those hands stopped pressing against his shoulders, and some of the tension drained out of her body. She did not answer him with words, but he really did not need her to. This was uncharted territory for her, and no doubt, she had been raised to fear this night her entire life. That he had gotten this far with her before she had begun trying to get away from him was a wonder in and of itself. He had taken the virginity of only one other girl before tonight, and she had been much more difficult to settle down. So difficult in fact, he had almost given up on trying, but he had not.

Just like before he had kept his mind on the ultimate prize and pushed through her fear until she had been almost begging him to give her everything. Tonight would be no different, or so he hoped. When he had finally gotten the girl used to the feel of his fingers on her most intimate spot, he went a little further and slid a single digit inside her body. Once again, she gasped and almost seemed to panic, but he did not relent. Her mind might be objecting to his movements, but the slick wetness he encountered down below said that her body did not share the sentiment.

He continued his exploration with his fingers, continually rubbing from her entrance to that sensitive little nub until he heard her breaths coming in quick shaky gasps. Was she finally abandoning fear, or was her body simply overriding her mind? Just before the moment when she might have slipped over the edge he stopped, sliding his hand away from her and looking up into her eyes. Did he imagine it or was she just a little bit disappointed?

"Now," he slid his hands to the strings of his breeches and began to undo them. "I want you to keep reminding yourself that I haven't hurt you." Fastenings undone, he pulled the breeches off and tossed them aside. The girl could not help herself, she took one look at him and he saw the fear beginning to return. Well, he was not going to allow that to happen so he quickly positioned himself on his hands and knees over her and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips.

He knew she could feel the weight of him pressed against her stomach. Perhaps she could even sense the tiny bit of his fluids, which dribbled, onto her skin, but he did not relent. He kept his lips locked on her own until he felt her begin to relax, his hands running tenderly over her body. Oh, how he wanted so much to slide himself down until he could slip inside her! She was slick enough to be sure. But she was not mentally ready to accept that, not yet.

When he judged her calm enough, he broke that passionate kiss and began working his way down her chin, and neck. Loving, worshipful kisses trailing down and down, across her shoulders, over her chest. He made a quick stop to suckle each nipple, licking and tasting them hungrily, before he went even further. He kissed down the curve of her left breast and continued south, over her ribs, across her stomach and finally to her waist. Here is where he coaxed her legs apart with his body, settling himself comfortably between them before continuing his journey.

She was tensing again, but he ignored it. He would have her relaxed soon enough. With out any hesitation he kissed his way over the precipice and seized the soft flesh beneath. As his tongue slid between her soft folds to brush over her nub, she gasped. This time he was certain it was a gasp of pleasure instead of fear, so he continued. The taste of her was so sinfully delicious that he simply could not stop himself from pushing his tongue farther inside, alternating himself between suckling and outright licking as he used his fingers to move some of her skin out of his way.

Her body was growing more and more wet as he went along and shoved his tongue inside her as far as he could get it. He wanted her, needed her so bad by this point that he almost screamed out his need. As the girl's fingers began digging into the soft fabric of his bed sheets he stopped his meal, and began kissing a trail back up her body. She was breathing heavily by the time he crossed the curves of breasts, and nestled his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. He had himself poised directly in front of her entrance, but he did not push inside.

Instead he began dragging the full length of himself over her lower area, slowly and teasingly, coming so close to entering her that he knew she was expecting it to happen at any moment. He waited, teasing her for a solid two or three minutes until finally he just could not take it any more and made the move that pushed him inside her warm body. For a moment, her body tensed up but as he began to move himself within, she began to relax.

He knew she would need time to adjust to the feel of him inside of her, so he kept his movements slow and steady at first. Pushing in and pulling out with such tenderness that she soon began biting her bottom lip in anticipation of every inward motion. He had her. She was his from that moment out. With careful measured strokes, he began to pick up his pace, moving quicker and pushing himself deeper with every moment that passed. Gods he simply could not believe how good she felt!


Beautiful Relations Ch. 01



As time passed, he began to feel beads of sweat forming and rolling down his face, over his shoulders and his backside. He had not tasted a woman this sweet in such a long time that he wanted to savor every moment he worked himself inside of her. She was whimpering now, her fingers and hands clawing over his back as he pushed her harder, faster... Then finally after what felt like an eternity the girl gasped, let slip one strangled cry and wrapped herself around him as she began quivering in a lovely orgasm. 

With her body pressed against him so tight and those sweet tremors quivering through her lower muscles, he cried out. One final deep thrust and he was done. His body shuddering with sweet release as his seed flooded inside her warm, freshly plucked womb. He lowered himself down on top of her, his head resting heavily against her shoulder as he gasped for air. He had not felt an orgasm like that since his days with Lardana, and he suddenly found himself incapable of even pulling himself out of her body.

Luckily, for him, she did not seem to mind that he kept himself as a guest for longer then was required. As he struggled to regain himself, he suddenly felt her running her hands gently over his back, while she placed sweet little kisses on the top of his head. It seemed as though he made quite the impression on her.

With a sly little smile, he lifted his head and kissed her lovingly. "Well beloved... If you'd like to try again I think I may need a little recovery time first." When she instantly blushed, he chuckled and kissed her again before sliding himself out of her body and flopping onto his back against the bed. She turned toward him as he lay down and snuggled in against his side.

"I'm glad I allowed myself to trust you," she murmured quietly as she kissed his shoulder. "Though it did hurt a little, it wasn't near as bad as I expected."

He smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her body so that she could snuggle even closer to him. "I promise you that I will never do anything to harm you. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not anytime for as long as we both live. You are to be my wife, and that is a great honor for me. I could never ask for a woman better then you."

"If tonight is just a prelude to marriage, I don't think I can argue against it." Once again, she kissed his shoulder, since it was all that she could reach. "In fact I may even find myself falling in love with you."

"If you do, that would suit me just fine. I am suddenly looking forward to the future and spending it with you. Not to mention any children the goddess might grant us."

With one final kiss, Tavia settled herself against him and they both gave themselves into the sweet serenity of slumber. 



Beautiful Relations Ch. 02



Kivdar awoke the next morning to find Tavia staring at him. He was laying on his left side, she on her right with a good foot and a half of space between the two of them. For a moment he couldn't remember *why* she was still here. Ever since taking up his position in the castle he had only brought servants to his bed and *they* knew enough to vanish before he woke up. So then why was this woman still here?

As the woman noticed his gaze on her she offered him a small and most decidedly shy smile. 

When he made to return it the events of last night suddenly flashed through his memory. "Tavia," he said sweetly. "Good morning."

Her smile grew just a little. "Good morning."

He slid a hand across the top of the mattress to grab one of her hands and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. "Sleep well?"

"Yes," she replied. "Quite well."

"I'm glad," he stated as he released her hand and scooted himself a little closer to her. Once he was within reach he slid a hand along her upper left arm and over her shoulder. When his hand was sitting so that his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck and his thumb brushed her cheek he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Almost instantly he felt her tense beneath him. "Why darling, after last night I would have thought you wouldn't shy from my touch."

"I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly. There was a definite blush coloring her cheeks. "I couldn't stop myself."

"It is alright. I understand if I still make you nervous. Should you like, I'll leave you be and prepare myself to attend to my duties as the king's confidante."

Her eyes went wide with wonder. "You would do that? Just leave without pressing yourself upon me again?"

He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "If you would like me to, yes. I can hold off until tonight." It was the truth. Despite being intensely aroused at the moment, if she asked him to leave, he would. There were plenty of other ways for him to relieve himself.

There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes as she looked at him. "Alright, then yes. I think I would be more comfortable if you would leave."

For a moment he didn't move. It was difficult for him to tell if she was being sincere or if she was just testing him. Regardless, he decided to keep his words true. "If that is your wish." Pressing one more kiss to her lips he slid his hand away from her face, rolled onto his back and flipped the covers away from his body. There was absolutely no way for him to hide his arousal from her, so he didn't try. Instead he swung his legs over the side of the bed and prepared to stand himself up.

"Wait."

He paused in the process of rising to turn back toward her. She had propped herself up on her right elbow and was reaching her left hand out toward him. Though what he noticed most was her bare chest which had slipped out of the blanket. "Yes?"

For a little while she didn't say anything as her eyes danced along his body, taking in everything. "I didn't... That is to say..." She let out a small huff. "I didn't think you would truly leave."

"Why not? I asked you if you would like me to go and you said yes. I can respect your wishes." At least he could respect them right now, come tonight he wouldn't be as polite.

Something that might have been the beginning of tears sparkled in the depth of her eyes, but no tears ever fell. "If you would do that for me, I can do this for you." With or without directly intending it her eyes flickered down to the bulk between his legs. "You seem to need it."

Deciding not to cheapen her offer by letting her know he almost *always* woke up like this, he smiled and swung his legs back up onto the bed. "If you are certain."

Her tongue slid out to wet her lips as she watched him. "Yes. I would like to do this for you."

That was all he needed to hear. In less then a second he flicked the blankets away from the rest of her body and brought himself beside her. It was incredibly sweet and brave of her to be so obliging. So for her first reward he slid a hand up to cup the side of her face, bringing his lips to hers for a hot and hungry kiss. When their lips first connected the girl tensed, but as the kiss went on she began to relax allowing one of her hands to tentatively slide up to his side.

Well, well it seemed his little darling was actually going to try and put herself into it this morning. Last night she had been so unbelievably frightened that she had barely touched him the entire time. That was to say no more then she *had* to touch him. She hadn't lifted her hands up off the bed sheets until they were in the final stretch and she could no longer be considered a virgin. Now, with her hand slowly caressing his side in light fleeting strokes he decided he liked this much better.

With a slight gasp he broke their sultry kiss and set his head to nestle in the crook of her neck, his breathing picking up in pace. While he did this he set hungry hands to her body, stroking her from shoulder to hip, caressing her breasts, her stomach, and even her lower mound. This morning he wouldn't have quite the amount of time he had last night, but he *would* make certain she was ready to accept him before he claimed her. As soon as he was breathing at a more reasonable pace he kissed her neck, nibbling gently, then moved down to her breasts. The moment his lips captured one of her nipples he plunged a hand between her thighs stroking the tender lips of her vulva, circling the sensitive flesh, delving deeper to find her clit. When he found it, she gasped.

He pressed a little more firmly, circling it, massaging it until her breathing began to increase. She writhed beneath him, her back arching, her breasts pushing against him. He groaned as her thigh brushed over his cock, then quickly positioned himself at her drenched entrance. When his cock head entered her tight passage, she took a deep breath. He pressed in, and she gasped in such a manner he decided to pause.

Removing his lips from her nipple he lifted his head to look up at her face. "Did I hurt you?"

She breathlessly shook her head. He smiled starting to move, with slow, deliberate care, his cock withdrawing and pressing forward in long, loving strokes. His hips moved and flexed, entering her deeply as she wrapped herself around him. He plunged and retreated, moving deeper inside her as she clung to him, taking every heated inch. They moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, and he began altering his angle by degrees, varying his depth of penetration until she groaned, her hips grinding against his.

With one final adjustment she pushed her pelvis forward, taking him in deeper, meeting every thrust with her own matching pressure. This change caused him to lose himself, his lovemaking became less controlled, the tide of his desire carrying him away. All of his masterful orchestration snapping under the pressure of his growing need. He returned to suckling her breasts, his hips moving in increasing speed and pressure, his cock pummeling her with frantic hunger. 

Crying out with pleasure she tilted her head back against the bed, her nails clawing down his back. She gripped his hips, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him in even deeper. Her body clutched at him, their sweat slick bodies sliding against each other, molding and melding in an inferno of passion. After a few more minutes he felt her cunt contracting against his hard cock like a vise. He groaned loudly, bucking against her, riding out that lovely orgasm until he could take no more. With a shuddering gasp he slammed home, burying himself inside her welcoming warmth and collapsed against her.

This woman was simply amazing. So innocent, yet so passionate at the same time. "Tavia," he murmured between breaths. "You are to wonderful for words." With a tender kiss he slid himself out of her and rolled onto his back. 

She turned her head to look at him with a smile playing on her lips but she didn't say anything. 

"I wish I could stay longer, but I have to attend to my duties." He thrust his feet out over the side of the bed and stood up walking to the closet. She didn't say a thing, she just lay there on the bed and watched him get himself dressed for the day. A moment before he was ready to walk out the door he paused. "I shall ask the castle servants to find you some suitable clothing." When she still didn't say anything he sighed and left.

When Kivdar stepped out into the hall he couldn't help wondering why Tavia had refused to say anything to him after they were finished. He hadn't hurt her, had made sure she was ready and willing before setting himself inside of her. She had obviously enjoyed it, so why remain mute? Perhaps it was because everything was so new to her? Maybe he simply overwhelmed her? He had to wonder if taking her with so little time spent on getting her sufficiently aroused when it was only her second time was a good idea. Was she feeling pain now that everything had finished?

With a sigh he raked his fingers through his hair and approached a servant who was making her way toward him. "Perina, I have a task for you."

The girl stopped short, offering him a quick curtsey. "It is my duty to serve my lord. What is it that you need me to do?"

"In my bedroom is the woman who is to be my wife. Her name is Lady Tavia Ateld, her father handed her over to me without so much as a single change of clothing. I would like you to round up some suitable items for her to wear." He paused a moment to run his eyes over the girl. "You two are of a similar size. If it will fit you it should fit her. Also, have someone bring her some breakfast... If she doesn't feel brave enough to wander the castle alone, see to it she gets lunch as well."

"I shall do all that you ask Lord Ryvas." With one final curtsey the girl scurried off down the hall.

Satisfied that Tavia would be well taken care of Kivdar made his way to his personal office and prepared to spend a good deal of his day buried in paperwork. Which is exactly what he did, until right around mid-day when there was a knock on his door, followed by the entry of a young woman.

Kivdar sighed, he knew what this one was after. "Imas, what can I do for you this afternoon?"

The woman smiled as she sauntered toward him. "You took Perina away from me today. Why?"

"I needed her to see to my wife," he replied casually.

Imas paused. "Wife? You're not married." She reached out to pluck the papers he was holding out of his hands. "I would have heard about it if you were married."

"I'm not married yet," he agreed. "But I will be, and the woman to whom I shall be wed is already here. Her father dumped her on me yesterday." His eyes followed her motions as she set the papers on his desk. "She needed a body servant, so I asked Perina to attend her."

"You should have told me," she commented while her hands ran over his chest. "I had to yell at her because I thought she was shirking her duties."

Kivdar sighed and took a single step away from her. "Imas, not today I'm not in the mood for this."

She closed the distance almost as soon as he created it, one hand grabbing the front of his tunic while she pressed the other one between his legs. "I think that *this* here says otherwise."

With a growl he shoved her off of him. "Yes, well, it's not you I want. My bride to be turned out to be quite the treat last night, and this morning. I think I'm finished wasting my time with servants."

Imas was shocked but she pounced on him once again, shoving him up against the wall as she hungrily pressed her lips to his, that hand once again running between his legs. "You can't deny me. I'm the head servant, we always had fun together. Just because you will have a wife, doesn't mean things need to change between us."

"I can and I will deny you." He made to push her off him again but she hooked her fingers into the fabric of his tunic and held on. "You are a servant, I am a Lord, you should know your place."

"Oh but I do." The fingers that had been running over his crotch turned their attention to the strings on the front of his breeches. "It is a servant's duty to serve, and to please, their masters." 

Kivdar sucked in a breath when she pulled the front of his breeches open and grabbed a hold of his cock, her fingers stroking brazenly along its length. How dare she do this to him! He was a Lord and she was a servant, she was supposed to listen to him, not the other way around. "Fine. You want to please me?" His fingers wrapped around her upper arms as he switched their positions, making it so that *she* was now the one against the wall. "You'll fucking please me alright."

Without even giving her a chance to respond he hiked the hem of her short servants dress up around her waist and forced her legs apart. 

"Mm that's right," she cooed. One of her legs lifted upward hooking itself around his hip, her pussy rubbing against him hungrily.

Growling angrily he grabbed her other leg, lifting it, forcing her to wrap it around his waist and plunged himself inside her with one powerful thrust. She immediately gasped and he started rocking against her, crushing her against the wall as his cock delved farther and farther inside of her willing cunt. She was willing now, but would she remain that way?

With the slightest shift of his hips he suddenly changed the way in which his cock entered her body and she tensed in response. The angle was wonderful for him, it forced her body to squeeze him all the right ways, but for her?

"Kivdar!" Her fingers dug into the fabric on the back of his tunic. "That hurts!"

"So?" Almost instantly his speed intensified, until he was moving in rapid rhythm, sliding in and out of her, their bodies making a soft slap-slap-slap sound. "You said you wanted to please me." Another shift, and he slid in just that much deeper. "This pleases me."

She cried out, her body trying to shy away from him, but he had her stuck. There was no way for her to escape him like this, he was the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground, his strength keeping her neatly pinned between him and the cold, hard, unforgiving wall. "Kivdar, please!"

He didn't respond, instead he rotated his hips a little further, and kept thrusting. This wasn't his usual practice, not even with servants, but Imas had overstepped her bounds. If he wanted to take her, he would take her, if he didn't want to, she needed to back off. Since she didn't seem to understand this factor of their relationship he was going to show her just *why* he was the one who was in charge. It was completely within his control whether or not she felt pain or pleasure when they came together, so today, he was going to make her suffer.

After a couple of minutes of this frenzied pace he grunted, slammed himself deep inside of her and sent his seed flowing into her overused womb. Then he pulled himself out of her and let her slide down the wall until she sat slumped on the floor. "Maybe the next time I tell you no, you'll listen to me." Not wasting another moment on her he swiftly refastened his breeches and departed his office.