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With a wondering 'Oh?' he... shifted his body to the side. And all my strength just kind of... slipped off of him. For a split second, Chelle' came to mind. She'd dodged me just like that and stuck out her tongue at me.

It stung. And I missed her more. She wouldn't have fallen for that, wouldn't-

I shook my head and tried to at least get a kick in, when I'd already lost my leverage.

He caught my ankle, then. Bloody BASTARD!

“Let- let GO! Bloody HELL! Let me GO!,” I still had the longer lever there, holding my entire leg like that wouldn't be easy. Even if he... laid on my other leg and arm right now. Too close! And he had no right to do this! Bloody HELL!

When I actually managed to kick his hip despite his hold on my ankle, he sucked in a breath and tightened his grip. It actually stung!

He huffed: “You know, this is not the behaviour of a married wife towards her husband”

“Bite me!,” I hissed, because... HE was the one that wanted to marry me AGAIN, we WEREN'T even properly married and he had FORCED me into this! No matter what he would tell anyone else!

But of course he grinned at that and bit into my shoulder. Lightly.

Which was stupid enough!

When he said “As you wish,” with this strange tone of voice that made my hair stand again?

His head collided with my own. Damn sure it made my head ring a little, but at least he moved a little away!

After a tiny groan that – unfortunately – turned into a chuckle, he shifted his weight... somehow?! And spoke again: “You know, you're just the way I always wanted my wife to be... if I ever had one”

I only registered this on passing. The hell was he talking about this now?!

It was more important that he leaned more onto my wrist above my head – it hurt – and put his other hand there, too.

My ankle was free! I kicked his hip again, with the heel of my foot, he made a satisfyingly pained sound, but more words followed: “... intelligent...”

There and then he simply moved over me and straddled my thighs.

I startled at how easy that was for him. I twitched back at the sudden mass of body over me.

When I realised he at least wasn't laying on my arm anymore, I slapped him with all the strength I could muster.

He caught my hand before it could connect. He grinned and kissed my wrist:“... full of spirit...”

Now he held both my hands over my head, trapping them with his body weight pressing down on my wrists.

I tried to pull at them, but it was like being trapped under a bloody rock.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!,” no way I was moving could free me from his grasp and I wanted to spit in his face. But my mouth was remarkably... dry... for now, I opted for glaring at him.

“... mmmh, continue?,” he leaned down and pressed his lips on mine, retracted when I bit his lower lip, “Ah, yes: You're also drop-dead gorgeous. You have no idea what men see in you,” he opted to go lower and kissed my collar bone this time around, trailing upwards.

It was weird! It was cold when air blew over the places and I felt it a lot. Because otherwise I was very warm. It was irritating! Of course not as irritating as his words.

I spat back: “Sure I don't know, I never saw a mirror in my life!,” because seriously! I tried to evade his lips to the best of my ability, but he just continued upwards. And when his teeth were very close to my jugular I became somewhat hesitant about moving. He was a bloody murderer!

He seemed to think it was very funny, though, because he chuckled against my throat.

“Mmmmh... sarcasm, another perfect trait,” he nuzzled there and colour came to my face. This was supposed to be a bad thing! Always had been scolded and-

“And of course,” then I felt a hand on my hip. And noticed that the hand was also all around the bunched up fabric of my night gown. Because my struggles had shoved it up, my legs are free! And-

“AH! NO!,” he pulled my gown upwards and over my body. As much as I pressed my back to the mattress, as much as I tried to make myself as heavy as possible, he just pulled. It caught a few times, but nothing nothing I did helped. Just slowed him down a little and... and in the end, it didn't even rip, simply came off over my head, my protests devolving from angry to slightly desperate.

But then it was gone. And I laid there, exposed, still pinned. Gods be damned.

“Samil, bloody stop!,” I hated that my voice slightly broke this time.

I almost believed he did. The pressure on my wrists disappeared. I huffed out a puff of air. A pain I'd ignored disappeared with the grip. It distracted for a second from him, because he used the gown to tie up my arms. They were still in the sleeves, so it was easy for him to immobilise me and tie them to the bedpost. I yanked at it with no success. Literally nothing. He knew knots of all things. My gut twisted.

Then he stayed where he was, leaning over me, looking at me. The massive shadow he cast wasn't reassuring either. But I balled my hands to fists and stared up at him defiantly. So he got my clothes off of me and tied me up, so what!

“So, the great warrior managed to overwhelm a lady, don't you feel just great about that!,” my voice was still not as angry as I wanted it to be. But honour was important to him. He'd shown that, he'd back the hell off!

But he only... looked at me. I didn't know what to think of his expression. The flickering torchlight didn't exactly help.

“Well, I... well... damn...” his voice sounded... somewhat off. And of course, that made sense, right?!

He blinked, and then his hands started to wander down my arms, trailing along the skin that was usually the inside and hidden. Goosebumps raised, I couldn't help it. It tickled in a weird way: “Hey, didn't you hear?!,” that my voice became less steady now was a bad sign.

His fingers moved further down and reached my breasts. I squirmed under the touch, frowned and struggled, tried to get him off my legs again.

The only thing it did was upsetting his balance a little. He rearranged his feet so they rested on my knees now.

Even less freedom of movement. Shit.

At least this... this weirdly-fascinated stare had broken.

When he blinked and dove down, taking a nipple into his mouth, while he pinched the other between thumb and index finger, I wanted the stare back. He hummed and sucked around an apparently sensitive area of my body. Weird-sensitive.

“Stop that, this is weir-,” I sucked in a breath when he changed the sides and flicked his tongue against the other nipple. They were hard, but I didn't feel cold, I definitely wasn't cold! I felt even warmer further down my body and bit my lip, still squirming.

“... you have a perfect pair of breasts,” he said with something like... reverence?! He looked down at them, all absorbed. And massaged them with those big hands of his. And squeezed the more sensitive parts.

There was not much I could say to that. He continued to do this and seemed to have some idea what he wanted to do?! And I squirmed. Tried to get away. And then whined and when I opened my eyes again – I closed them?! - he looked at me with blown eyes and before I could tell him to stop again, he closed his lips over mine.

I made a protesting sound and tried twitched back from it. He only dove after me and pressed down with more conviction. Tongue tracing over the tight line of my lips.

But another pinch – it felt like I got more sensitive - made me exhale in surprise. Just for a moment, but there was a tongue in my mouth. Not for long since I bit down on it, almost sure I drew blood, but he still sucked in my lower lip to... to nibble. Only slowly let of me again.

Actively doing something about it was... was difficult. Especially since air was sometimes short and-

“...mnNH!,” my eyes widened. And I shook my head. His... his hand had wandered... wandered down! And now he touched- he-

“AH! STOP! You CAN'T touch me there, you CA-AH!,” his fingers had slipped between my... lips. They were strangely cold, there, and now they had... had rubbed. At something. Something.

I squirmed again, shuffling my hips away and around and whined. Especially when this did not help at all, but made it feel worse!

His self-satisfied hum did not help me with that at all and the whole feeling was weird. And I tugged at the restraints, because damn it, this was weird! And I wanted out.

He was at my throat again, pressing kisses there and his one hand was squeezing and the other did... did things to me and when I moved my hips, my head got woozier.

And when he moved the righ- in some way and I... accidentally against that, there was a bit of buzz and my cheeks felt very warm and I made a noise that... was very surprising and couldn't be suppressed and then he said: “Ah, so you do like this, after all,” and smiled. I saw that because I was angry and stared at him. And!

“No! No I do-nh-n't, you ba-HAH... ah-,” I lost my train of thought. Those fingers were doing... things. And I squeezed my eyes shut. Because this felt very strange. Very strange and a bit much.

I was... breathing again. I could hear me breath, had opened my mouth to do so, stretched head to get better air.

It was all so much.

I couldn't protest much when he pressed his lips on mine again, wanted to pull away, but he pushed his tongue into my mouth an-

“AH!,” my eyes were open again, I DID wrench myself away, stared down.

There was an intrusion, his fingers were... there was... he had pushed a finger in me. And now moved it.

And... and... he still had... had his thumb rubbing on... that... all of this was...

I pulled my head back again, tried to move away from his hand, tried to somehow make it stop: “This is no- nh... you.. shit... do-”

It was a mess. It was a very confusing mess. And the room smelled... very good. Shit.

“You're so very ready, my lady... so responsive,” his nose was at my throat and he pressed his lips there, while his finger moved deeper and curled and moved in and out and he shouldn't do that.

Biting on my lower lip, I tried to come up with protest, words failed me, only tiny little sounds escaped and... and...

He kissed me another time, I bit his tongue, but apparently didn't leave an impression, he stayed where he was and I tried to get rid of this horribly weird feeling, my head was swimming, trying to suppress noises.

I felt all slippery with his fingers down there, I clenched down around them and... and it felt just weirder. And he hummed all... happy?!

“Ah, there's another thing... I do very much appreciate in a wife,” I frowned, what the...?

But I didn't get to question it, he moved down from my legs. Only then I noticed they'd slept in, somewhat, and I let out an actual, relieved sigh.

I reacted more than thought. It was hard to puzzle things together.

But it was nice, even when he moved them, my legs, and the other movements didn't really stop, either just... changed a little. This finger inside pressing against... everything.

Damn, thinking was hard, but I tried to... look down and see, and there he... was done moving my legs. All around his waist.

Definitely weird. Something did alarm me, but the next thing was him leaning forward again and kissing me. And I might have moved my lips a bit. Because my legs didn't hurt anymore. Maybe. It's somewhat hazy. Felt nice.

And then he... he took the finger out of me. Just gone. And it felt like something was missing. And I actually whined. A little.

“... sh, just a second, just... see, the other thing is, you will bear me...”

I felt movement, felt his hand and then I felt full.

“... the greatest children”

And here my mind blanched.

WHAT?!

Never mind that I felt truly uncomfortably full, this... I didn't want his children!

He'd leaned down when he had... when he had slipped inside me, and now I did have free legs and I kicked against his sides: “NO, what the HELL, NO-HN!”

My one leg twitched, because shouting felt weird, so weird.

And being so full was so much warmer and thicker it was so hard and whole and warm. And clenching around it made my head ring.

And there was a moan coming from him. It was full and deep and very satisfied and I kicked him again: “Get OUT, get AWAY, I'll NEV-,” I bit my lip again, shouting was bad. But he moved somewhat, moved up, apparently... removed himself before he... before he moved his hip forward again and his breath sounded strangled and...

“... so good... damn, so good,” he choked out and grabbed a leg and kissed it, moving just a little bit, but groaning every time.

“Get out, leave me- leave me be, I won't give you... I... I!,” I shuddered. This did all kinds of things to my head. My body tingled. When I angled my leg to kick him again I cried out.

I was even more sensitive, there. And he grabbed my leg and held it there, put it on his chest himself and... babbled, breathy and with closed eyes and leaning on this leg: “Damn... so great hips... great heirs, fill you right up... take it all in... damn... so amazing...”

“NO, I... no... uh-,” I pushed against him, wanted to push him away, but straining made this just feel more intense and now it felt stranger every time he thrust and my leg was shaking. My breath, too.

He moved more steadily. A rhythm, not changing. In and out and huffing out a breath every time and it felt hot and urgent and full every time and I wanted to scream at him, but instead I just moaned, because I couldn't help it and squeezed my eyes shut.

And his damn thumb was back, rubbing above... above himself and I whimpered at that, because it was all too much and he leaned forward and my leg angled even more and he got deeper like that and his lips reached my shoulder and he started thrusting.

Really thrusting and whispered: “... just... like that,” and then bit down close to my neck and thrust DEEP and did it two more times and I felt cold for a second and all the nerves went blank.

The cold spread through me whole body, into my fingertips and toes and they curled and I grabbed tight onto the fabric around.

And then the weird airheadedness that had also come went away and warmth spread and the centre of my body was pulsing. Clenching down and being all sensitive.

And he was still moving, but the thumb was gone and I felt three more times and then he groaned, deeply, it sounded like a vulnerable animal noise and I felt it through my whole body. And my body clenched all around him still. Did it over an over.

Body was coming down, still coming down and then he stayed where he was a few more seconds... a few more hip-movements... and then he pulled out... and fell down next to me, pulling me close.

I wanted to murder him that moment, wanted to fight and strangle him and hit him, but... but he just... untied my arms, and kissed my forehead and stroked my back.

And I didn't have the energy to protest, hands still twitching, it didn't even have much of an impact when I hit him. He buried his nose in my hair.