The wedding party at the trading post lasted the next couple days. The newlyweds, Eirik and Jaagi were the stars through it all, enduring hugs, handshakes, and slapped backs from every attendee and more than a few merchants, travelers, and passersby who had been passing through on the well-used trade route. Strangers questioned if there was a festival and there was almost always someone with a cup to hand them. "The war is over", they would say before continuing to revel in the celebration. Despite the mixed company of clans and tribes, some former allies and some former enemies, everyone was on their best behavior. The men and women in attendance were very much aware how important the treaty was to everyone. Everybody had lost somebody or something in the war and thanks to Eirik and Jaagi relations could start to mend again. Nobody envied their position or responsibilities though. Many were very clear, but respectful in their feelings of having to lay with former enemies. It was a duty they were thankful for its passing over them. Jaagi spent most of the wedding celebration at her husband's side, meeting his family, learning names, and receiving gifts from strangers she had never met and from warriors whom she silently swore she'd met on battlefields past. Feasting, drinking, singing, dancing, and storytelling kept her busy through the entirety of the festivities. With full days such as those it was no wonder that newlyweds consummated right after exchanging vows. It couldn't get done otherwise! Finally it came time that the clans were packing up and journeying back to their homelands. Jaagi had said her goodbyes to her family, friends, and comrades in war with the promise to keep in touch. She reminded them that she'd only be a few days travel from them and wouldn't be a stranger. The barbarian watched them leave, waving to her friend Breta until their horse-drawn wagons had finally rolled away. She went to go attend to her husband, ready to hit the trail as well. It was almost scary to be travelling to Stormborn lands but she reminded herself that the war was over. She was travelling with Eirik as his wife, not as a prisoner of war. If anything she was more a prisoner of peace... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While his wife seemed to be nervous, or anxious over traveling to his clans lands Eirik was excited. Mostly about getting his father off his back again, whom he had remarked once or twice had nagged on him like an old fishwife(particularly about wether or not he had made Jaagi with child or not), of course Eirik suffered the consequenses of such an insult, but it was worth the occasional bruise to sting his fathers ego. But he was still thankful to his father, his deal with the Frostfangs, no matter how shameful Eirik thought it to be at the time had given him his wife. And while he could not say that he loved her, a few days spent together is not enough time for love to blossom in, he was very fond of her and had spent the few moments they had alone showering his Frostfang wife with affection. That was not the only thing he was thankful of though, as a wedding gift, his father had given him the hillfort Torgunds Hill to rule over in his stead and it was there they were going to travel now. A beautiful young wife, a hillfort and warriors at his command! The gods were truly smiling at him now. Eirik embrace his wife as she came to him and held her in his arms. While it was not cold, he enjoyed the feeling of her warm, soft body against his. They both stood near the wagon they would travel in, which carried all the gifts and possessions they had brought to the wedding, Eiriks thrall from the south, Athelstane. A bookish man Eirik treated more as a friend than a thrall, was loading up their wagon and supervising the other thralls. "You look uneasy, love. What troubles you?" Eirik asked as he placed a few loving kisses on Jaagis bruised and marked neck, remainders of their consummation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi tilted her head, giving her neck to him. She smiled at the sensation of his lips caressing her. The bruises on her body ached slightly but the way she had earned them pleased her greatly. She did not think to hide them, considering them beautiful like a scar with an interesting story behind it. The barbarian met his kisses with a gentle nip at his ear. She was nervous, that much she admitted to herself. But her husband, despite his pride and being a Stormborn, had been quite attentive since they were wed. Would it still be like that when she arrived to his home? Cruel images flashed in her mind of herself bound in manacles, spending her days in a cold hole in the ground. Once started her imagination began to run rampant, chilling her with multiple scenarios of shame, torment, and death. All of them at Eirik's hands... Her blood ran cold in her veins and something must have showed in her face. Her fiery red eyes met his icy blue ones and she peered into them for a hair's breadth of a moment. Was there a hidden agenda hidden behind those eyes? Was his kindness an act for the celebration? Would he only keep her until she gave him a child, then make her disappear? No. No, she was safe with him. She reminded herself of the way he held her in his arms after they had laid together, the way he kissed her. She felt safe and warm and when she slept in his bed she was not slain. Her father would not have given her to a man who would have harmed her, right? Quickly she composes herself, looking away so that his eyes could not peer too deeply into her own. What would he find if she let him? "I'm fine, lifemate. Too much wine and celebration and not enough sleep have taken their toll! I will be okay though. Are there anymore preparations to be done before we head to your home?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik felt the sudden chill that passed through Jaagi and the shiver that followed. His brow was furrowed in worry as her eyes met his for that brief moment and the furrows became deeper when she cast them away. He did not like the look he saw on her face, not at all. She had looked upon him almost... Fearfully. As if she suspected him to harm her. "No. We'll leave when the thralls have finished loading up the wagon." As he answered her question, he pulled her closer against him. He had an inkling of understanding of what troubled her, she was a Frostfang and was traveling 'alone', deep into Stormborn lands and he wanted his wife to feel safe and warm with him. So he held her tightly against him. Eirik spoke quietly against her ear, as to not shame her infront of the thralls. "You are my wife, Jaagi. If you bleed, I bleed. If you are cold, I am cold. Anyone that wishes harm upon you will have to go through me first, even my own kin." While quiet, his words bore the same honest quality that all of his speech had, even in the short time they had spent together it was obvious Eirik seldom lied. "You can tell me what troubles you so deeply that it sends shivers up your spine." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her face burned with shame when she saw the look in his eye. She was wearing her thoughts on her face as clear as warpaint and he knew what scared her. She was not a coward, but her husband would think her meek, unworthy, an embarrassment to her Frostfang name... Or perhaps only a confirmation to what they surely spoke about her clan during the war. Even though she was terrified she would do her duty with honor. If following her husband to his homeland were to be walking to her death then so be it. She would walk with her chin held high and with the dignity of a warrior. She was prepared to die. She was not prepared for the elf's embrace. He did not whisper scathing remarks about her fear. He did not promise to have her locked up. He didn't threaten to hand her over to his men as a Frostfang whore. No plan to sell her as a slave as soon as they got home. He didn't even laugh at her. His statement was simple but spoke volumes of how seriously their bond meant to him. So long had the elves been her enemy that she was almost disappointed when her fears were not confirmed. Her husband was an honorable man. Was she an honorable wife? The crimson-haired woman was still shamed though. Not for her fears but for her distrust. She would yet dishonor her clan at holding such suspicions against her own husband, an honorable man. She let him hug her, enjoying the embrace but it was soured for her when she heard his question. "I... I cannot." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He kissed his wifes neck again, an act he knew comforted her and comfort her he wanted too. He had just known her for a handful of days, but it still stung him to see Jaagi so uneasy and while she hid it well, he could sense the fear that plagued her. "Wife..." Eirik spoke softly as he still embraced her, while he definately enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against him, he held his wife more for her sake than his now. "I do not want there to be secrets between us. If we can not confess our fears or shames to eachother, then to whom can we?" Eirik continued, his tone still low and his words only for Jaagi. Even if Jaagi would not tell him what troubled her, Eirik would not mind. His words were still honest and he would understand her if she kept her fears to herself. She was his wife, they were words he would have said any other day. A small distance away Athelstane stood at attention, far enough to not hear his masters private conversation with his wife but close enough to be noticed. "Master." Athelstane began, his foreign southern accent only marring his speech of the northern tongue little. "I do not wish to disturb, but I thought you would like to know the wagon is loaded and that we're ready to travel." Eirik gave him a short nod in reply and the bookish man stepped away to attend his other duties. Eirik returned his attention to his wife again and with a smirk he added. "I've had the wagon prepared so that we can travel privately. Shall we?" He let the implication hang in the air, knowing his wife would not need more explenation to know all that he meant. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The kisses at her neck indeed make her feel a little better. Like his embrace it had quickly become a sign of safety and comfort, soothing... much like she imagined a dog or a horse felt when they were scratched or rubbed. She tilted her head in what had quickly become a silent welcome. How quickly she had fallen into his embrace! Surely the spirits of her ancestors found it a terrible joke. But she could not ignore how good it felt. He spoke quietly, just for her. Why did he have to be so... so honorable! "Eirik... I-" A man interrupted them, one of his servants perhaps. She wasn't sure who he was but she was both grateful and agitated at the interruption. Grateful that he had stopped her from admitting her shameful prejudices, agitated that she still bore the weight of secret thoughts like a cancer inside her. When he changed the subject to their riding arrangements Jaagi knew that he was letting her off the hook. But their ride was going to give them plenty of opportunity to speak about it later. It would also give them plenty of time to indulge in other matters involving a man and his wife... She smiled at Eirik and took his arm, letting him lead her to their private wagon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The wagon, while a large wagon drawn by a team of oxen, did not give a terribly large space for them both to sleep in amongst their things. But was large enough to be cozy, intimate and so that they could sleep comfortably together in eachothers embrace. Their private space was filled with furs and a few pillows from the south, wedding gifts Eirik now saw the use of and with skins of wine, mead and clean water alongside a sack of dried travel rations. A surprising amount of luxury for them to travel in, but with the things they had recieved during their wedding, Eirik had seen fit to spoil his wife on their way to their new home. Eirik was certain they would have anything but an easy time together, he had noticed the discontent amongst the Frostfangs over this marriage and even his own clan, knives were being sharpened for dishonorable use. But atleast until they reached Torgunds hill, it would just be them, their passions and lusts and their own quiet words to eachother. "I know it is not much." Eirik spoke as they entered the small space together. "But I feel a deep shame, I made you a vow on our wedding night. A vow I've been hindered from keeping." The newlyweds rocked side to side as Athelstane pull the team of oxen in motion as the minor caravan heading towards Torgunsa Hill began to move. "... And I hope you will forgive my inattentiveness and let me make it up to you." Eirik continued with a wide grin towards his wife as he unclasped his cloak from his shoulders. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barbarian's eyes grew wide at the lavish collection of luxuries that were to travel with them. She had never traveled like this, surrounded by luxury, even when riding in her father's caravan! As the wagon rocked to a start she got comfortable among the furs and cushions that had been provided for them. She took down her hair from the braid it had been in, letting the thick, fiery mane flow freely down her back. Red eyes watched Eirik as he got comfortable as well. She thought about what she was going to say to him. How could she reveal the shame of her distrust for him? Especially after the last two days. He had done nothing that she should question his honor. Her friend Greta's pre-ceremony advice to 'use her feminine wiles' seemed like a pretty good plan. Eirik was a man right? Men could be distracted. The elf's cloak had barely been put away before Jaagi fell upon him. She smiled toothily before leaning in to press a hungry kiss on his lips. Her tongue wasted no time in slipping into her husband's mouth to dance alongside his. When she was forced to break for air she blazed a trail down his neck, painting his skin with more kisses and a few gentle bites. "Eirik...", she whispered in his ear. She didn't speak anymore. She was sure he knew exactly what was on her mind... Her hands went to work removing his clothing piece by piece until he was as nude as he was when they first consummated their marriage. She straddled his legs and gave him another deep kiss before breaking it with a nip at his lower lip. Wordlessly she pushed him onto his back and dragged her lips down the front of his body, kissing his chest and lavishing each of his nipples with a barrage of kisses. She took her time making her way down his body, grinning every time she had to deflect his roaming hands. She finally pinned them to his sides as her mouth trekked further down to his stomach where she dragged the tip of her tongue through his abs. She made sure to kiss every muscle, feeling a bit cruel in teasing him so. Her eyes rolled up to meet his as she inched her way down further to kiss his groin. She breathed his scent in deep, relishing the subtle spice that was invariably masculine. She paused only to roll her tongue in her mouth before parting her lips and taking the head of him past her lips. Wet suckling noises were like a whisper between them, drowned out by the sounds of the oxen marching along the trail. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fire. Fire was the reason Eirik so liked Jaagi. She was no timid farm girl or southern wench. When she wanted something she took it and made no excuses and now she wanted him. He was a little bit surprised over the fervour she attacked him with but he quickly regained himself and returned her affections with equal fervour and passion. Just as much as Jaagi desired him, he desired her. He remembered the please he had felt on their wedding night and he wanted more of it, more of her. And while he normally preferred to be in charge, he let his wife take the lead, for now atleast. A course of action he did not regret it, his wifes attention to his body drove him wild and he removed her clothing as she was removing his, returning her kiss furiously before being left wanting more. And her continued attentions almost drove him into a frenzy, but he restrained himself and let Jaagi continue with her teasing. As she turned her attentions to his manhood, her earlier teasing of his body had left him hard and firm, slow droplets of precum leaking from his tip as her lips closed around its head. Eirik let out a low gasp as she sucked on him, the wet feeling of her lips and tongue passing over his manhood confirming the suspicion he had during their wedding night and he would so savour every moment of it until he thought it was the right time to bend his wife over and fill her with his seed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi held the tip of him in her mouth, pausing momentarily to glance up at her husband. The look on his face pleased her. Doing this to him was almost as pleasurable as being on the other end. She would make sure to do it often if he promised to let her listen to his sweet groans. The sounds of Eirik's men driving the oxen reminded her that they had privacy but were not alone. A smile reached her red eyes as she let go of the man's wrists and curled her hands around his manhood. Her fingers could be put to so much better use. The barbarian curled her tongue around the elf's tip and lapped up the salty-sweet droplets that oozed out. It only made her mouth water for more. With a part of her lips she let the built up saliva in her mouth drip down his shaft and around her fingers. Using both of her hands Jaagi massaged his length until it gleamed with wetness from the tip to the base of him. fhap...fhap...fhap... His manhood was like smooth bone in her hands. A warm, throbbing, dripping bone. "Perhaps my husband is not so much a dog. Should I think him more of a horse?" She smiled and affixed him between her naked breasts, slowly threading him back and forth against her warm body. Her mouth sucked hard at the sensitive tip, lapping up the precum that steadily welled up and dribbled out. After another minute she released him from her mouth once more with a wet pop of her lips. "Do I hurt you, lifemate? Those sounds you make are of a man in torture..." Her face disappeared under her red mane as she continued with her task, bobbing rhythmically in his lap. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik let out a low groaning chuckle in reply to his wifes question. "If this is torture, then by the gods I am a tortured man." He debated with himself wether he should save all of his seed for her womb, or if he should let his wife coax it out of him into her mouth. Jaagi finished his debate for him, as her continued rythmic bobbing on his manhood was enough to drive a man wild. The way her soft, full lips enveloped his shaft and how her tongue ran over its length and lapped up his precum from the sensitive tip. It was too much for him to bear and with a groaning moan his manhood throbbed, spilling his thick, virile seed into her mouth and onto her lips. Her reward for pleasing him so. As the last of his orgasm washed over him he sat up on his elbows and finally knees as Jaagi withdrew, he grinned as he looked at her. "I had imagined your lips around my manhood would be the sweetest of your kisses, but this surprised even me. But now..." He gestured toward her thick bottom. "Present your behind to me woman, I would not want your womb to grow jealous of your mouth." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Stormborn's wife lavished his manhood with her tongue as he gave her his seed and she drank every drop down, gulping audibly. As the last of his climax ran down the back of her throat she smiled and licked her sharpened teeth clean. To think she'd one day find herself with an elven cock in her mouth, willingly at that. She was... happy that she was able to pleasure him. Dare she feel honored to be a wife who could leave her husband with that look in his eyes... Her life in the last few days was full of experiences that she did not previously think possible. The crimson-haired barbarian gave his still hard length a sweet kiss before rising off her hands to sit on her knees. A short trail of saliva gleamed between her breasts from where his manhood had rest. With a grin she obediently followed his directions and turned her back to him. Languorously she went back to all fours, presenting her pussy to him. Her arousal made it glisten and run down her inner thigh in thin rivulets. She was ready for him. With memories of their first time still fresh in her mind she had a feeling she'd always be ready for him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik grinned as his wife turned and presented herself to him like a bitch in heat. Until their wedding night, he'd never thought he'd have a Frostfang woman so eagerly expose her sex for him to use, to breed. Slowly he crept up on her, kissing his way up her muscular back until he reached his wifes neck, where he teasingly bit her in ways he knew she would enjoy. "What was it I said during our wedding night...?" He practically purred out into her ear between his bites, as he began rubbing his manhood lengthwise against her slick sex and between her cheeks. "... That all daughters of mankind want elven seed in their wombs?" Eirik continued teasing Jaagi by biting and kissing down onto her shoulder, and licking his way up to her lips, until he planted a deep kiss on her lips, the mixed taste of his seed and her own saliva adding a lewd twist to it. Slowly he took his cock and pressed its head against her pussy, almost agonizingly slowly hilting his entire length into her waiting, needy sex as he mounted her. "Is that something you want, Jaagi of the Frostfang? To have your human womb filled with my elven seed and bred to bear my children until you've gone barren with age?" He was biting and nibbling on her earlobe as his voice came out a low, teasing purr. Eirik was obviously taking great pleasure in teasing his wife, particularly as he slowly began to thrust his manhood into her. Punctuating his words with a satisfying slap each time their flesh met. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The tables were quickly turned as she felt the elf's warm body press against her. She closed her eyes, drinking in the feel of his lips against her skin, the agonizingly slow pace that he trailed kisses up her spine, diverging just to tease her like she did him. The barbarian bit her lip when she felt her husband's mouth at her neck. Eirik was a dangerous man to reveal weak spots to. He was cunning and not above using them just to watch her squirm. He teased her further, using his manhood to prod and pry against her, but he refused to put it inside. "Yes, my love... And this daughter of man wants her lifemate's the most. None other could compare..." She pressed her lips to his and parted them hungrily, hoping that she could convey her need to him with the fervor of her kiss. As if her lusting soul had spoken to him he finally gave her what she wanted. He was just as large as she remembered, her body stretching around him to accommodate him. A soft moan sighed out as he hilted inside her. She could tell even without looking, feeling the way the tip of him brushed against the very ends of her. Joined like this she felt like a piece of herself had been put back into place. The worries of her destination, of the future evaporated into the ether. And gods be praised he thrust into her and it felt like a strike of lightning combined with the warmth of a fire. "Yes, my love... T-That is all that I want..." Her mind swam with his mouth at her ear. She called him 'her love'. Twice. It had come out in the heat of the moment. Did she love him? She had only known him for a few days. She hated him when she met him. Could hate possibly grow to love? Did he love her? Thoughts crumbled and worries that threatened to infect her mind were dislodged as Eirik pushed himself into her again. A sharp staccato moan flowed from her mouth again. Eirik's men really would hear them if she didn't shut up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He did not reflect much on that she had called him 'her love', other than that he enjoyed it and that he wanted her to do it more. "Good." Eirik replied, his breath hot on his wifes ear as his thrusts became harder, faster. Her round, firm bottom providing ample cushioning for his rutting, as his manhood was pressed deep into her with a hard slap each time his hips crashed into her behind. Slap. Slap. Slap. The one hand he did not need to hold himself up moved to her breasts, grabbing the soft, womanly flesh with surprising gentleness, that quickly became teasing kneads, squeeze and tweaks of her stiffened nipples. Eirik let out low groans from the effort and pleasure he was feeling, his wifes sex being wet, warm and so very inviting. If he could, he wanted to remain inside her for the rest of his life. The feeling of nearness and intimacy to her was just as arousing as the way as her moans and bare flesh. "Then I am going to give my love what she wants, a womb full of elven seed every night..." His words purred out like honey in Jaagis ear again, as he pressed his lips against hers. He had repeated her calling him 'my love' to her, he did not think deeply about why he said it, it simply felt right. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The wet sounds of his cock thumping inside her was like music to her ears and body. It both comforted her and excited her in ways she was still growing accustomed to. Did he have such an effect on her because of what he did or was it just a part of who he was? Her pleasured grunts were muffled in their kiss but she was certain he understood her body language when she lifted a hand to bury in his hair. The hand that kept her propped up dug into furs that laid beneath them. It was alarming how the elf had learned his way around her body so quickly. She clenched her fanged teeth to keep another yelp from escaping past her lips but each thrust was breaking her resolve. It didn't take long before the familiar ripple of muscles clenching rippled from the back of her neck and all the way to her knees. She practically vibrated beneath him and the sounds that grunted out of her would have been worrying had the cause not been clear. Her body clenched around his member like a tight fist, holding him as if afraid he would try to escape or would become dislodged from her pleasured bucking. By the time she had finished her inner thighs were coated in a glinting sheen of wet and the men driving their wagon's oxen would know the name of the man who made her that way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His wifes moaning and crying out of his name was like the sweetest song to Eirik and the way her sex clenched around his cock, trying to pull him deeper and hold him inside of her as she bucked against him was like pure ecstacy. He moaned in concert with Jaagi as he hilted his cock into her hungering sex, his manhood throbbed as it exploded with barely contained lust and desire, his thick, potent elven seed breeding her womb as it was pumped into her until it overflowed, coating her inner thighs further in a sticky sheen. As their orgasms raptourusly passed through their bodies, Eirik kissed Jaagi sweetly, lovingly. Holding her tight as they both slumped together in a sticky mess of limbs and warmth, his manhood still buried deep inside her body as it twitched out the last of his warm seed inside of her. Reluctantly breaking away from their kiss, Eirik looked at his wife with a smile, still holding her in his arms. Letting out a soft, tired laugh he spoke; "Perhaps I should gag you the next time, so that your lust does not terrify the oxen." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Eirik! Gods... Oh, Eirik!" The barbarian couldn't hold back her cries as she felt him explode inside her. As he filled her the screams died down into bellowing panting. The sensation of his seed filling her, overflowing down her legs in a roiling, bubbling stream calmed something in her. By the time she had collapsed in a pile beneath him she was smiling, enjoying the high that sex with him seemed to leave her in. "The wit of a Stormborn... "Jaagi chuckled at his comment about gagging her and kissed him back deeply. Her need that she experienced earlier had been replaced with happiness and affection. She couldn't move pinned beneath him. He was heavy, almost all muscle. But she wasn't uncomfortable. In fact his warmth and his arms wrapped around her brought back the feeling of contentment and safety that she felt whenever he embraced her. She was reminded of the feelings of distrust she harbored for him. No... She trusted him. He was here because he was forced to be, just like her. But he wasn't unkind to her and he wasn't unattentive. Eirik was an honorable man. He was her honorable husband... She admitted to herself that she liked him. She never would have thought to speak to him had she not been made to. It wasn't long ago that she would have killed him sooner than talk to him. Circumstance what they were, she did not regret where she was... As far as where she was going... That was another story. "Eirik... earlier you asked me what was wrong, before we left the trading post..." Jaagi pauses trying to collect her thoughts. If she could not speak with Eirik then who could she speak with? She swallowed and started again, holding his arms around her in an unconscious gesture of security. "Eirik, do I... This place we are going to, is it..." She pursed her lips, the act of opening herself up becoming more arduous of a task with each moment. "Eirik, am I to be thrown away? Do I go to die?" The crimson-haired woman clenched her teeth, feeling tears well up at the back of her eyes. She did not fear death. She would die with honor, knowing that she did everything that was expected of her. She tried not to cry at the thought of never seeing her family again. What if she died and her spirit couldn't find the ghosts of her ancestors? What if she were too far away? Was that even possible? The warrior within her refused to show any weakness in the face of a Stormborn. She trembled, clenching her teeth till her jaw ached from the effort of stilling herself. If the sob in her throat escaped it would be the end of her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik felt a sudden chill move across his body as she spoke, making him hold Jaagi tighter, to have her warmth replace what the chill took from him. "Wife, Jaagi..." He began replying. He had briefly considered the idea that someone was planning to harm them, to harm his wife when they reached their new home. Then, it had stuck in his chest like a hot coal, but he quickly suppressed it. When her mention of it brought that hot coal back, he had to restrain himself. His wife was afraid. She hid it well, all warriors did. But he was also a warrior, he knew the signs and the sob that escaped from her would have been unheard by a human man, but Eirik was an elf, with far sharper senses than any human could imagine. His rage and anger took second place to his wifes comfort. Eirik did not want to see her sad or afraid, he wanted her to be happy for the short, brief spark that was a human lifetime. And he was going to make sure of that. Eirik nuzzled himself against her neck, kissing it sweetly before he continued his reply, one of his hands going down to rest over her stomach, her womb. "You go to be a mother, to be loved and warmed as you are held in strong arms. My arms." He kissed her neck again, the action being a fitting pause to let his words sink in. "You will die when the gods call you to join your ancestors, but not before I have had words with them." He found them to be simple words, too simple. But he was a northman, his speech was not the lengthy prose of southern 'men', if they can be called that. His words carried more weight because they were few, because they were simple. Unlike the waterfall of words southern men spewed, his words were carefully chosen and used with care. Words held power, and like all northerners, Eirik was intimately familiar with that power. They started wars, made peace, called animals and in this case, comforted and in a way, professed love and affection. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi's eyes went wide when he started to speak. Her body shook as she waited for him to continue. She braced herself, ready for him to reveal his plan... No... Perhaps his father's plan. He was a good man and though she had only known him for a short time she knew in her heart that he would not do something so awful. The pit in her stomach grew, turning everything within her sour. She tried to numb herself to the incoming pain of betrayal. She clenched her eyes shut as if she could make it all go away. The kiss at her neck felt hollow. It was nothing. Just a token from an elf to a stupid woman... Eirik's words shocked her. She could do nothing as his hand pressed against her abdomen. "A m-mother..." His words broke the dam within her and sob she tried to hold in rattled out and undid her. Her features scrunched and the tears began to stream down her face. Crimson Jaagi, proud warrior of the Frostfang, daughter of Jaagath broke into tears and cried in relief that her father had not sent her to die, that she had not been the bitter fool of a Stormborn plot... She was going to be a mother... Her sobs began anew, not ceasing until every terrible, cancerous feeling and misgiving had been rinsed away by cleansing tears. With a renewed spirit she finally calmed down. Her throat was sore and her eyes ached. She guessed they were probably red, and more so than in their usual way. "Eirik, I'm going to be a mother..." She whispered to him, sounding both incredulous and matter-of-fact in her statement. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik simply held Jaagi as she cried her fears away. He did not like seeing them, but they were not tears of weakness. And he didn't really blame her fears, Eirik was no boy and while he loved his father, he had realised long ago his fathers concept of honor was... Lacking. It seemed just a plot he would spring to spite his enemies, marry their daughter to his son then slay the woman. If there was such a plan, Eirik was not privy to it and he would be... Strongly 'opposed' to anyone trying to commit it. He was honestly surprised Jaagi had not realised it earlier, one does not have sex as vigorously as those two had, had it without a child being made. Regardless of wether or not he was an elf and that she was human. As much seed as he had filled her with the past few days, it seemed to impossible to him that she would not be with child. Everything about her form spoke to him that she was a very fertile woman. Eirik let a slight grin play on his lips, having decided to tease her to lighten the mood, he had noticed his wit, no matter how groan-inducingly terrible it could be, made her smile. "Yes... Such things tend to happen when a man and a woman have relations. Especially as intense as ours." He leaned down and kissed her neck again. "Or do you doubt my virility?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi chortled at his concise reminder of how the birds and the bees worked. The very warm, sticky example of how nature worked was cooking in her womb as they lay there. The kiss at her neck cemented her good mood, bringing a smile to her face once again. "I have no doubts to your virility. I'll be surprised if I give you a single instead of a litter of them. I trust you, my love..." She nuzzled against his cheek and took his hands in her own so that she could kiss his fingers affectionately. "...I trust you, Eirik." The weight of her words let him know that she wasn't just talking about his physical ability to impregnate her anymore. She brought a finger to his chin to guide his lips to her own, drinking him down like a sweet wine. "Thank you, Eirik. For everything... I regret that I was not upfront with you from the beginning." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik returned the kiss eagerly, only breaking it off when they both needed a fresh breath. "You do not need to thank me." He paused slightly, weighing his words. "I suspected as much troubled you. It shames me to say it, but I find that your concerns were valid. Three days ago we were enemies and..." He patted her stomach pointedly. "Now we are mingling blood together." He shifted Jaagi around, so that they were both laying on their sides facing eachother, his manhood reluctantly sliding out of her body with a wet sound. Eirik stroked her crimson hair lovingly as his cool blue eyes gazed into her firey red eyes. "I am not young and foolish enough to say that I love you after two days of knowing you." His other arm wrapped around her again and held her closely against him. "But you are my warmth and you are my fire and I am certain we will see many happy seasons together." A confident grin played on his lips. "Or I will have words with the gods." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi grunted softly as her husband withdrew from her. It was strange how the absence of his manhood made her feel like a piece of herself was missing. She would endure however to be able to wrap her arms around him. Their eyes locked and she let him peer inside her. Her soul was unburdened and she no longer had anything to hide from him. "Were the gods ever to find themselves out of favor with you I would not envy them..." Her lips curled up in a grin and she held him close as tightly as her exhausted yet satisfied body would allow her. He wasn't sure if he loved her. She wasn't sure if she loved him. But she belonged to him and he belonged to her. They were bound to each other for life. Jaagi was okay with that. Things would be okay. As she lay with Eirik, she was content that everything would be okay. Even if an army of Stormborn were waiting at their destination she still had Eirik. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a smirk, Eirik pressed his lips against his wifes, giving her a kiss that was as loving and affectionate as their embrace. He broke it off reluctantly a few moments later, kissing Jaagi was something he had come to appreciate very much the few days they had known eachother and while he was kissing her, he always cursed the fact that he needed to breathe. "Stormborn and Frostfang, in bed together... Who could have thought of something like this happening?" He asked idly as his eyes ran across his wifes body, his gaze lingering around her breasts and sticky womanhood. "I am curious wife." His tone made it immediately apparent he was going to tease her for something. "Have you, like all human women, always wished to be bred by an elf, or is that simply the effect I have upon your womanly desires?" He asked, a teasing grin on his lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi flashed him an impish grin and took his length into her hand. "It is an acquired taste... though I find it 'filling' and it never fails to satisfy." She idly massaged him, casually running her fingers from base to tip in a slow exploratory rhythm. The flesh was both firm like the shaft of a weapon and somewhat pliable like the skin over an arm. She found it warm too and could feel it throb in her palm. It amused her to realize that she had never seen her husband's manhood while he was not aroused. It pleased her that she could inflame his lusts in such a way. "Do all elves seek to breed humans or is that simply the effect I have upon your manly desires? The way your lips press at my neck, is that to get closer to my exotic human ears? If I knew that their roundness could make an elf so painfully swollen then perhaps I would have brought more attention to them in battle. I would dare a man to fight well with his cock banging between his thighs like a drum!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik returned her grin, his manhood responding eagerly to her attentions. Clearly the thick length seemed to be inexhaustible whenever Jaagi was near. He let out a low laugh as she returned his teasing. "Oh and why wouldn't I? Human women are all soft, warm and round in all the right places." One of his hands caressed the length of her thigh up to her behind, squeezing the soft flesh pointedly. "... And your womanhoods are so deliciously hungry. How can I not seek to breed with a form of womankind that practically begs me to do it?" While he had nothing against elven women and found them rather pleasant, he had always had a special fondness for human women. "As for your ears..." Eirik smirked towards his wife, teasingly. "... I am afraid I find them rather boring." He leaned forward, nuzzling at her neck as he kissed and bit the soft flesh of her neck and shoulder. "Your reaction and your taste is what makes this so enjoyable." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The grope at her rear made her yelp softly in surprise. She played with him in response, drumming him on her abdomen, wordlessly conveying that she enjoyed his hard parts as much as he enjoyed her soft parts. Jaagi teasingly shied away from his mouth at her neck, feigning indignity at her 'boring ears'. She quickly gave into his advances once he cunningly followed up with a compliment though. "I do not foresee growing tired of your 'taste' for a long, long time..." She gave his cock a firm squeeze for emphasis. "I am fond of my lifemate so I think I might 'taste' him quite often so long as he doesn't grow weary of it. The barbarian made a show of running her tongue over her fangs and resumed her idle stroking of his shaft. "Eirik, tell me of yourself. Our trip is long and I would know of the man I'm to spend my life with. My father told me of your name and of course I knew of your clan! But perhaps I would know differently of the Stormborn now that we live in peace?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "And why would I grow weary of a beautiful woman 'tasting' me?" He replied with a grin, giving her rump another squeeze for emphasis. Eirik had not previously not noted her fangs very well and a fascinated look grew on his face as she displayed them so sensously. "I did not think your clans name so literal." He said with a muted chuckle. "And I would tell you of myself, but your... 'Fondness' of my member is rather distracting." His lips spit into a cheeky grin as he continued. "Perhaps if you put it where it belongs, we could speak at length of ourselves." He pressed against her loins pointedly, to further emphasis just what he meant with 'where it belongs'. Eirik was apparently no stranger to his wifes like of simply having his manhood buried inside of her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barbarian made a show of pushing Eirik's shoulders, forcing him onto his back and swinging a leg over his hip to pin him down. She gave him a toothy smile and leaned down over him to plant a teasing kiss on his lips. Using her teeth she gently held his lower lip when she broke away. "Sharp teeth are considered extremely beautiful. Our earliest ancestors are said to be descendants of the Great Wolf Spirit, a wise goddess who claims dominion over nature. She gifted us with wisdom in exchange for our pelts." Jaagi took the elf's member in her hand and carefully positioned herself over it. With a slow descent of her hips she slipped it into her body, easing it deeper and deeper until he was hilted within her like a warm sheath. As he had insinuated he did indeed belong there. She braced her arms at his sides, hunching over him as she slowly gyrated her hips, swirling him inside her. "Our kin before us had teeth like wolves, made to tear into the throats of our prey. But they became increasingly rare over time as we became more human than animal. Now many of our tribe sharpen them after we lose our pup-teeth. It is a sign of beauty. Some consider it a sign of adulthood. A young man or woman who has sharpened their teeth properly is ready for courtship." The crimson-haired woman shivered as a small ripple of pleasure made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She immediately slowed down, resisting the urge to pummel his lap with romantic ferocity. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik grinned as he let Jaagi push him onto his back. He loved the look of her when she was atop him and especially the feeling of her strong legs squeezing around him. His manhood was eager to return back to its sheath, and as she gyrated atop him Eirik had to visibly suppress an urge to not throw Jaagi over on her back and take her. "Descended from wolves, huh? I can agree, your fangs give you a wild, feral beauty." Eirik replied, as he wrapped one arm around his wifes chest, assertively pulling her body against him as his other arm grabbed a blanket, pulling it over them both and enveloping them in darkness. Or well, Jaagi atleast. "When the Stormborn were made, the world was young and dark. Not because it was night, but because the clouds were darker than the blackest of nights." Eirik nipped teasingly at her shoulder and neck in the dark. "Stormclouds they were, raging, frothing and boiling in the sky as if they were to tear the world asunder. Lightning split mountains, burned forests and boiled seas where it struck. Such was the storms fury." He teasingly pinched her skin across her body, in mock lightning strikes. "The storm continued until the god of storms and thunder tamed it to make his mighty hammer, but the storm had bore fruit with the land." His left hand passed between them and touched her stomach suggestively. "Born from the union of thunder and earth were a man and a woman, Freyr and Freyja. The first elves and first of the Stormborn. Before the godlings ascended to the heavens, their union gave birth to elvenkind, to provide the gods with able warriors at the twilight of the world." His arms wrapped around Jaagi again in an affectionate, loving hold. "Now I know how the Frostfangs began and you know how the Stormborn began. What did you wish to know about your husband?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi found herself smiling wide like an adolescent, happy that her husband liked her teeth. She giggled as he pulled her against him and suddenly she was thrust into pitch blackness. Though she couldn't see she at all she could feel just fine. She kept her hands against her husband's chest, resting atop him as he regaled her about his people's history. The barbarian found herself enthralled by Eirik's story. She was reminded of her childhood and the grand stories that the elders shared of heroes and legends and history. The best storytellers were the ones with a sense of flare and showmanship. Giggles bubbled forth as his lips teased her unseen in the dark. And then the 'lightning' struck her and she squealed in surprise as he assaulted her with pinches that she had no means of defending against. The warrior had the right mind to sock him but his arm around her back kept her restrained against him. By the time her husband's lightning had finished she was brought to tears, laughing at his playfulness. Once he was able to continue his story she felt his hand press against her in the dark. She could see why elves (or was it just him?) took so much enjoyment in impregnating their lovers. Once the story was finished and his strong arms had enveloped her again she gave him a love bite at his throat. "It seems we are both creatures of nature then, Stormborn... What is your family like? What are your people like?" She admitted to herself that she was cautious about Eirik's family. She trusted him, but did not know them aside from the greetings she had made during the celebration. She knew that she had quite a task ahead of her in making her place in Eirik's family. It would be useful to know more about elves than how to kill and incapacitate them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sting of her teeth against his throat made Eirik tense up momentarily before the familiar feeling of her lips against his skin set in and he relaxed, returning the affectionate deed. His wife question about his family made him suck his teeth however, the fact that her clan had slain his brothers gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. But their clans peace had also given him Jaagi. Reminded of his brothers deaths, he was not quite sure if that trade was fair. "My father is... Difficult. He has reached an age where time holds little meaning for elves and his actions may seem strange, particularly to your kind. My mother died many years ago and my sisters are... Well. I think you'll get alone fine with them." He smiled as he mentioned his sisters, after his mother when she lived, he considers them the wisest members of his family. The blood runs hot in the male line of his family, the amount of widows in it is testament to that fact. "My brothers..." His smile faded and he paused, chewing his lip as he tried to choose his words. His words came out quiet, with a hint of bitterness. "... Slain by Frostfang warriors." Eirik went quiet for a long while after that, simply holding Jaagi in his arms. The pain of their loss obviously still an open wound for him. "But I got you." "As for what my people are like..." Eirik continued, his earlier mood returning. "I am not sure I can explain. You are human, you will experience them differently than I. But we are proud, quick to anger and quick to cherish. But slow to forgive." He shifted himself slightly beneath his wife, to avoid his limbs falling asleep. "I have heard the word mercurial been used to describe us. And I find it very fitting." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi regretted bringing up his family. How many of his clan died in battle? How many of them by her own hand? She wondered to herself if she had slain an of her husband's brethren. There was no way to ever know. She never bothered to remember the names of the warriors who crossed her path. She and the other warriors were taught not to see them as people. They were not even animals. They were considered obstacles, only good for defeat. If she were to inspect her hands would they be stained red in the blood of 'obstacles' or the blood of people...? She was married to an elf now. She knew that elves lived and died. But in battle Jaagi did not care to consider that they felt emotions, celebrated, mourned... When she arrived in Eirik's lands, how many people would she have to look at and wonder if she stole away their son, daughter, lover? The barbarian remained silent while he talked. Eirik said that they were different but the way he described his people was disturbingly similar to humans. He might take offense if she said as much. He was right after all. She was a human, not an elf. What did she know about elven ways? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sensing his wifes discomfort, Eirik hugged her and pulled her against him into a kiss. It was warm, affectionate, loving. The kind of kiss that felt like it could go on for an age. When he reluctantly broke it off Eirik smiled, while Jaagi may not see it she would definately feel it. "You have learned a few things about me. Now I wish to learn a few things about my wife." He grinned and held her close again. "Were you a maiden on our wedding night? How old are you? What is your family like?" Even if he tried, he could not help but sound a tiny bit like a newly in love stripling rather than the grown man he was. Not that he thought Jaagi would mind and if she'd tease him about it, he'd take out the terrible vengeance of teasing her right back. While he was familiar with human ways, most of them were rather simple, he was not particularly familiar with the Frostfang. The humans he had most knowledge of were from the south and they were rather soft and meek, even if most of their women had skin that were a delicious brown colour(or was that just one people?), he knew little of northern humans. "What is your people like?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi's worrying was put at ease by the elf's embrace, a reminder that he was still her husband no matter what happened in the past or would happen in the future. His kisses were like a medicine to soothe her, applied liberally and often. She inhaled softly, finding his scent comforting, calming. "I am twenty-five years old and you were my first. My life as a warrior left me little time adolescent romance. And even if I had not spent most of my life being trained for battle I had no intentions of sacrificing honor in battle for being someone's wife." The irony of that statement did not escape her. "To the men in my clan I was merely the chieftain's daughter. It was a curse, in a way. I could never trust a man to desire me for me. I was an all too convenient stepping stone to getting in with my father. I was surrounded by men with aspirations. Some of them good men, some of them wise men. Some of them strong men. But none who were good, wise, and strong. None of them were deserving of the clan upon my father's death. As fate would eventually have it I would not marry any of them." She continued on. "My family is actually rather large. My father, Jaggath has four wives. I have two brothers in blood and nine others from my father's other wives, four of whom died honorably in battle and one who died young from sickness. I am the only daughter of my father." The barbarian's history lesson was interrupted by a soft, whispered purr that bubbled up from her throat when she shifted atop her husband and jostled him inside her. "My people live simple, ascetic lives in the mountains. Their skin is like mine, but I share my hair and eyes with only my mother. She was a concubine to my father, bought from a merchant abroad. He was so taken by her exotic beauty that he claimed her as his second wife." Jaagi grinned to herself as she thought about home. "My father, like most of our clan are a stoic people. But they can also be passionate about the things and people they care about. It is a saying among us that 'the mountain cold freezes all but the heart'. The environment makes us tougher, stronger, but we still love and laugh often. Just as nature can be cruel and sometimes painful, so it can also be beautiful and calm. It is one of the Great Wolf Spirit's most important lessons." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik grinned widely to himself. So he did take her maidenhood! And she was just twenty five. He had wished she were a few seasons younger, it would have given them more time together. But twentyfive was not old, a mere few seasons younger than himself. "Oh the irony you would end up in my arms then." Eirik gave her a teasing grin, he could not let that slip by him without teasing his wife. He listened quietly as she continued her story, he was not particularly surprised. His sisters had been the target for many false affections aswell and while his father was many things, the marriage between Eirik and Jaagi was the only political marriage he had allowed. "How..." He paused slightly, choosing his words. "... Well, I guess this is also rather ironic. That the man that would come to desire you, for you is an elf. And a former enemy." He grinned, surpressing an urge to ravage her again as she shifted atop him, his manhood sliding deeper inside of her. Eirik frowned slightly as she continued to elaborate about her people. Stoic? Ascetic? They sounded so strange to him. His people, long lived as they were, could be said to live from moment to moment, where every moment should be experienced to its fullest. But then again, the Frostfangs live in mountains. The Stormborn live in plains and forests. "So..." Eirik asked "How do you feel about me not being like you. Human, I mean." He was not particularly worried about her reply, but he was still curious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik was right in that it was ironic for her to have an elven husband. Strangely enough she had quickly grown to enjoy his company and companionship. The moments like this, so close to him, joined as one... She couldn't imagine feeling this way with any man that she knew from her clan. Truly the gods had a sense of humor if nothing else. "I feel a mix of things..." Jaagi paused to put all her thoughts and emotions into a row. "...I was angry... FURIOUS, that my father would dare to marry me off. After years of having the freedom to deflect my suitors since I was a young girl it threw me for a loop that he would arrange this all behind my back. But... I guess you aren't so bad." She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder teasingly. "You aren't so different either. You are an elf, but you walk like a human. You eat and drink like a human. We both laugh and we experience sorrow... We both live and die, though you still have a long way to go..." She paused for a moment, realizing that she would grow old and die before him. If the gods saw to it that she should live to see old age, Eirik would still look just as he did this day. He would have to watch her grow old, lose her beauty, grow feeble... "It's... It's a little lonely." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik chuckled. "Oh yes. Your anger was plain for everyone to see. I felt it, in more than one way. Even if I made it quickly melt away." He kissed her cheek, grinning. Remembering how quickly he had conquered her on their wedding night. The thought of everything else that happened on their wedding night made his manhood twitch where it was buried in his wifes body. Her nuzzling did not make it any less eager, though her words stilled Eirik himself. And while it may seem that a mans manhood has a mind of its own, it's not quite true. It simply expresses a mans baser desires far more openly. He held her. Warm, soft, her body against his joined together in union. Eirik kissed his wife on her neck and breathed deep from the scent she carried, a sweet feminine scent that carried a strong sexual tone to him. Or was that because he was inside of her? Not that he cared, he enjoyed it all the same, especially as he had not taken his time to appreciate the way she smelled. "You'll have to explain, my warmth and fire. So I can understand." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Humans don't live as long as elves do. You already knew that... But humans, we often find mates who are close to our age. Not just because we are young when we mate and want a young virile person to mate with. Its because..." Jaagi tried to think of a way to explain her thoughts to her husband. "Our lifemates are just that. They are our mates until we die. We don't live for very long. We are extremely lucky if we survive a century. Those that are unfortunate don't make it half that long. But that is not the point I'm trying to make..." She frowned inwardly and tried again. "Eirik, I'm twenty five. In ten years I might start getting lines on my face. In twenty my body won't be able to give you children anymore. In thirty I'll be complaining of aching joints and backpains. And if I live another forty years... I'll be dried up... frail... grey... And you, my love... You will be the same. You will be exactly the same as you are today. Humans, we bond with other humans so that when we get old, fall apart, our mate is right there with us, sharing in the indignity of mortality. But you won't... I'll grow weak and you will have to take care of me... We won't be able to make love because I'll be too weak and tired... Not that you'd want to because I'll be a hag..." Jaagi smiled sadly and touched a hand to his cheek. "...Our children would have to see me like that. What if they were elven? What if they spend the majority of their lives without me because I was too damned human?" She balled up her fist as if she wanted to hit something but unclenched it and let it lay limply against her husband's chest. "Do you understand, how lonesome that will be?" She looked into his eyes, hoping that he could understand, praying that despite his elven longevity he could sympathize with something so utterly... human. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik looked at her for a long while, his fingers tracing the lines of his wifes face, her nose, her brow, her jaw, her lips. He silently imagined the ravages of time wearing down her beauty, giving her creases and lines where there were none now, sagging her skin and graying her red hair. The thought disturbed him. Humans frailty against time had always disturbed him and it disturbed him even more when it concerned someone he cared for. He silently pondered upon legends and stories he had heard, of humans that had sought immortality, or to reserve the effects of age. Usually it ended terribly, but that was when humans had sought it. What if an elf did it in a humans stead? Would the gods allow such a thing? Eirik thought upon it for a while, before his gaze returned to Jaagi. "Yes, yes I can. I imagine it would be much the same for an elf living among humans." He leaned up and gave her a short, but intense kiss. "As for our children, well. Does the saying "It is the lot of children to bury their parents" also not exist amongst your kind?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi sighed and gave him a melancholic smile. "I have. It is a human saying." She planted a kiss on his lips in return for the one he had just given her. "I will not fret though. I am not elderly yet. I've still many moons ahead of me. Despite many opportunities Fate has not yet seen fit to send me to my ancestors so until that time comes I think I will worry not." The barbarian began to move, sliding her body back and forth against his to work his manhood inside her. She moved slow, savoring the sensation of his cock dragging against her inner walls and smiled for him. "I was not so maudlin on our wedding day! I would have you send for my family today so they could keen over my grave were I to remain so frequently distressed! No, no, I think I shall focus on the beauty of life rather than its bleakness." Her breasts rubbed back and forth against Eirik's body as she gyrated and rutted atop him with growing speed, panting softly from the pleasured exertion. "If I only have a limited time, a single human lifespan, then I intend to live well! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik looked up at his wife with a lustful smile. He loved it so much when she took the iniative, when she began. It made him feel desired. And as much as he enjoyed having her on top, impaling herself on his manhood and moaning, he wanted it elsewise. Eirik grabbed his barbarian wife and pulled her against him, then he twisted flipping them both over until the tables were turned, with him on top. He did wait until he was pounding her like a drum, his cock plunging hard into her greedy pussy. "Good!" He replied, then kissed her, hard, with an animal lust for her lips, her taste. "I would rather see you happy and joyful rather than melancholic." His cock twitched and throbbed hard inside of Jaagi, eager to fill her with his hot, sticky seed once more. "But now, daughter of man, this son of elvenkind is tired of talk and would rather hear you moan for his seed than speak." Eirik grinned, teasingly as he began to bite and kiss at his favorite weakspot, her neck and shoulders. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His human wife responded to his pounding immediately, gasping in ecstasy each time his cock pounded against her cervical wall. She kissed him back with fervor, drinking him in until a low moan broke her lips away from his. A thin strand of saliva bridged between their lips before it was broken. Jaagi knew in her heart that she would never grow tired of him. The sound of wet flesh clapping between her legs was music to her ears. Music that she could listen to until the end of time. Despite his teasing and his boasts she truly had come to desire his seed inside her. Like his embrace and his attentiveness to her neck it had grown to be something special to her. She was desired and warm and safe. As if reading her thoughts she could feel Eirik attack her neck. His teeth were a sweet sting at her skin and his lips a warm balm over the dimpled flesh. She sang for him, parting her lips to moan sweetly into his ear. Her hands clasped as his strong back, rubbing at first. As her pleasure heightened her massages turned to bestial welting scratches. Her moans gave way to needy yelps. A leg locked around the back of his thigh to keep him against her and her spine arched up for him as she called his name. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik gave his woman what she wanted. His cock being sensitive from their earlier coupling that day. But just as eagerly as it always did, Eiriks manhood exploded inside of Jaagi. Pumping her womb full of warm, thick seed and overflowing out of her sex once more as he hilted himself hard into her, pressing his cumming member into her cervical wall. Holding her tight as the orgasm wracked his body, he collapsed on top of her as he finished. Panting tiredly, but with satisfaction filling every breath as he continued to lavish her neck with kisses, until he finally planted a deep, loving kiss on his wifes lips. Smiling at Jaagi, Eirik looked into her eyes with an affectionate gaze as he spoke. "I am not sure how we will ever get anything done, if our rutting together will always be this good." With that said, Eirik rested his head against her chest, listening to his lovers heartbeat as he embraced her tightly, his manhood still buried where it belonged. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaagi wrapped her other leg around Eirik as she felt the sudden rush of her husband' liquid warmth fill her. It was sensation that she had known for only a few days but already she couldn't imagine living without it. Each time it was like a piece of her that she hadn't known was missing had returned, making her complete. She held him close once he came to rest atop her, panting tiredly as the last of his seed overflowed and ran warmly from inside her. Instinctively she gave him her throat, welcoming the kisses that he gifted her. The last kiss on her lips was well received and returned affectionately. The barbarian didn't have a witty retort for him so she did the next best thing. Held his head against her breast while she nodded off beneath her warm, attentive, virile husband. As the Frostfang's eyelids grew heavy and the wagon rocked her to sleep she wondered if Eirik's heart had begun to beat for her as her own had come to beat for him. She dared not tell him. Not right now at least. The bastard-son would tease her relentlessly. He'd probably tell her than Elven seed had that effect on human women... She found herself smiling as she stroked the man's hair. Maybe it was true. What did she know about elves anyway?