And the Fox Says-

He stood by the door with his hands folded in front of him, watching Lise leave for the night. The fox seemed quite reluctant to part with him, judging from the way Lise kept looking back over his shoulder, and Algrim was half expecting him to break with tradition and come running back into his arms. Or perhaps this was more wishful thinking on his part? He found himself already missing Lise's gentle presence the moment the gates closed behind the crown prince.

Following the head maid to his quarters and dismissing her once she had helped him complete his bedtime routine, Algrim slid under the silk coverlet and sat with his back propped up against a pillow as he began to familiarise himself with the pregnancy spell that would be cast on him. The procedure sounded not altogether intolerable or unduly humiliating, and though he felt a sense of apprehension returning regarding his aptitude as a vessel for Lise's child, he kept reminding himself of the fact that he would not have been chosen to carry out the task if Lise's family had any doubts about his ability to see the pregnancy through to a successful completion.

Feeling that he had done everything he could to prepare himself for the coming day, Algrim put aside the manual, shifted onto his side and closed his eyes, focusing on taking deep, even breaths to will his body to rest.

Roused from his sleep by the chime of a bell, it took him a moment to match the surroundings he found himself in to the reality of his new life.

It was his wedding day.

The bath itself was in a thick smooth jade tub, filled with soothing essences and flower petals, even golden flakes as a symbol of bounty. Breakfast was congee, thick with grain and stewed in chicken and ginseng broth, with sweet wolf berries mixed in between. Aside from the congee was a plate of vinegar preserved greens, and a bowl of steamed egg with minced meat. The portions were generous, for the food was easy on digestion.

As for the said noble lord, he arrived just after Algrim finished his breakfast. He was a red fox with white tipped ears and tails, dressed in an auspicious cherry red robe with pale yellow ginko leaves as patterns. "My greetings to the prince consort, my name is Elsign Aloroe." He bowed, introducing himself after being led in by the maids. "I will help you put on the rest of your wedding garments and do your hair for the wedding. Do you have a preference for hairstyle?"

As part of the preparation ceremony, Elsign was to sing songs of blessing during each step, as every item of clothing and accessory had meaning. From peace to prosperity, to a harmonious marriage and fertility, Algrim's rich blue robes were gilded with silver embroidery, silver woven necklaces and bracelets adorned with blue gems, and waist accessories that dangled from his belt. Elsign wished for eternal happiness and wisdom for an everlasting stable life as he did Algrim's braids and light makeup. Algrim's hair was fastened with emerald green jade and silver adornments.

Beginning to eat when Lise did, Algrim found Yelihaa's cuisine highly pleasing to this palate. Every bite was fragrant and flavourful, beautifully presented and expertly seasoned. He listend with avid interest to Lise talking about how their realms might grow even closer by extending their trade agreement beyond the mineral business. "An excellent suggestion," Algrim agreed, once again touched by how dedicated Lise was to ensuring his comfort and respecting his heritage. "From what I have seen of Yelihaa, its climate appears to be well-suited for agriculture. So, if you really wanted to start growing edibles from Svartalfheim here and share the excess with my people, you would have my deepest gratitude." Lise's efforts to accommodate him and help him settle into his new life far surpassed Algrim's expectations. The fox cared about his comfort, trying to come up with ways to introduce small touches of the familiar into the foreign. Algrim felt that Lise truly wished to create a lasting bond between them, uniting them both in heart and intellect. Meeting someone who was so dedicated to his happiness was a novel experience for the elf and he enjoyed the rest of their meal with a bright sense of hope for the future swirling inside him.

Seeing Algrim enjoy the food and approve of his idea, Lise anticipated their alliance deepening in the future. Having an external alliance that knew about Yelihaa was quite an exciting prospect and the crown prince felt very inspired. If his mother was around, she would dampen his optimism in favor of caution, but she wasn't, so his tails were swishing happily behind him throughout their dinner.

After passing his fiance the manual and making move to leave, the young fox was suddenly pulled into a hug and given a kiss. Lise froze, not so much out of shock as it was out of awkwardness, his body flexible and soft enough not to be frozen solid. Red crept up his neck and onto his cheeks, a shy smile unable to be kept down twitching on his lips. He bit his lip to not grin like an idiot, but his swishing tails were giving him away. The fox took in Algrim's smile and returned the hug, tightening his hold on the dark elf for a moment before letting go. "So do I... I'll see you tomorrow."

In contrast to Vuhs, who expressed his enjoyment openly, Algrim kept his pleasure carefully contained, his quickened breaths the only sounds the elder let slip. The way Vuhs twitched and clenched around him spoke of his mounting desperation, but Algrim was not yet ready to let their coupling rush to a quick finale, wanting to savour the silky slide of Vuhs’ hole around him for a little longer as he took him with deep, steady strokes. Knowing that the younger loved him with all his heart made the pleasure so much greater. Algrim felt as if he were overflowing with love for Vuhs, the euphoria of finally being joined with him after the humiliation they had endured from the king earlier making him want to provide Vuhs with a truly memorable experience.

The pitch of his moans shifted when Algrim adjusted the angle, making pre-cum drip from his tip. Vuhs gave a little tiny whine at his lover's demand, a quiver of arousal running up his abdomen at the thought. He had long forgotten how needy he was prior to their intercourse, now absorbed in the pleasure Algrim was giving him. His lover's thick girth massaged and stretched his inner walls, slicked by the dark elf's saliva. He felt himself tremble around every inch as his prostrate was stroked, his hips moving on their own in hunger to meet Algrim's.

The pitch of his moans shifted when Algrim adjusted the angle, making pre-cum drip from his tip. Vuhs gave a little tiny whine at his lover's demand, a quiver of arousal running up his abdomen at the thought. He had long forgotten how needy he was prior to their intercourse, now absorbed in the pleasure Algrim was giving him. His lover's thick girth massaged and stretched his inner walls, slicked by the dark elf's saliva. He felt himself tremble around every inch as his prostrate was stroked, his hips moving on their own in hunger to meet Algrim's.

"We do have plenty of mushroom dishes. Berries are usually used in soups and desserts." Making a mental note of his soon-to-be husband's preferences, he looked forward to learning more about his fiance and the realm he came from, if Algrim was willing to share. "Although our trade agreements were for minerals in exchange for food supplies, I hope we can have more edible varieties from Svartalfheim under your advice. Perhaps we could also reproduce them here and ship back excess to your realm." Lise's initial purpose was to learn and prepare more familiar cuisines for his fiance, but his words turned to work out of habit. Being the crown prince, much of his time was taken up by education and work for his future position.

Algrim gave another squeeze of Lise's hand, returning his smile. "I am sure many of my people would happily accept such a gracious offer." While Algrim had been hesitant earlier to accept Lise's proposition of bringing his own entourage of elven servants to Yelihaa, there was a difference between being forced into service in another world and being given the choice to emmigrate to a realm where peace and and harmony reigned. Compared to Svartalfheim, Yelihaa was a paradise, free of the terror and oppression that were the foundation of Malekith's rule over his subjects.

Dinner was quickly served and set in the next room, where there was a dining table for two. Glowing jade ornaments diffused light similar to sunlight in the room, a stark contrast to the quickly darkening skies outside. "Hopefully our cuisine suits your tastes... we couldn't find any records of dark elven food, so for the wedding it's similar. Our chefs made variations of our dishes with ingredients from Svartalfheim." Well ingredients they could recognize. A large bowl of braised fowl soup with a mix of Yelihaa and Svartalfheim mushrooms, a plate of shallot omelettes and sauteed venison and Svartalfheim vegetables accompanied bowls of fragrant rice on the table.

He knew that his body had already been altered by his king to permit him to carry a child, but to hear it out of Lise's own mouth that he would not have to suffer through the agonies of childbirth in the way women usually did was a profound relief. Algrim visibly relaxed at Lise's explanation, only to find himself taken aback all over again by what the fox revealed next. "An egg?" Algrim raised his brows at Lise, not quite sure whether to feel perturbed or amused. "That's quite… peculiar." He still had a myriad of questions, but he reined them in at Lise's mention of a manual. "Yes please, I greatly desire to familiarise myself with the exact proceedings. As I said, it is my wish to fulfill the expectations you have of me and ensure the success of our alliance."

For now, all that was out of Lise's mind as he focused on his fiance, tails swishing slowly and idly behind him. "Yes, the egg would require our presence caring for it to grow as well. It would be about another three months before it hatches." He explained what he read from the manual, finding it quite fascinating as well since this could be considered the first time one of their bloodline came from an egg? There were no past records of such a thing happening.

Lise wore his heart on his sleeve, his expression and tone clearly communicating his dismay at the serious turn their conversation had taken. Algrim listened to Lise attempting to assuage the concerns the elf had voiced about the spell, finding it reassuring that the fox was so willing to let him know whenever magic would be used on him. Algrim had to press his lips together to keep a smile off his face at the way Lise tugged at his sleeve. What the prince had to say about him clearly showed that Lise had a great deal of respect for Algrim and his delight at having been paired with the capable advisor was obvious. Though Algrim still resented the fact that he would have to subject himself to the foxes' probing, he understood it was a neccessary prerequisite to ensure his loyalty to Yelihaa. Algrim nodded his acceptance to Lise, knowing he had no other choice than to submit to the authority of the royal family.

He took a sip of his tea, debating whether or not to bring up another subject that had been weighing heavily on him, something that had left him with more questions than answers when the Accursed had informed him of his new duties. He had just agreed with Lise that it was fine to leave discussions of heavier matters for after their wedding, yet he felt it was important to gain at least a basic understanding of Lise's preferences and expectations. "Would you have preferred a female bride, Lise?" Algrim queried, bracing himself for a potentially uncomfortable truth. For all he knew, Lise's past relationships might have been with women, even if he appeared willing, perhaps even eager, to be wedded to Algrim.

Just as he thought, Algrim brought up the topic of having an heir. "Your king mentioned that he would take care of the problem." Lise answered, recalling Algrim was not present for that particular exchange. "We have similar magics, and according to his explanation, while the ritual to do so is different, the result is similar. The spell creates a womb that can be fertilized through regular intercourse. Then for the delivery, a special birthing portal is cast for the midwives to bring out the child, especially because males do not have hips wide enough for childbirth. The difference between ours and Malekith's was... ours are live births and his spell forms an egg. We received a manual - you can have it later."

While Lise can turn female and give birth, the prince was not so willing to take on a gender he does not feel so at ease with, especially not when he did not know his fiance well enough. His mother was of agreement, and in the opinion that the dark elves should carry the burden of pregnancy and birth for their transgressions. Lise also understood that none of this was fair to Algrim, but they were both bound by duty and the consequences of their own races. Tilting his head, his gaze drifted off listlessly as he offered a consideration. "If you fail to conceive, then I'll have no choice but to turn female. That would be much later in the future however."

As Lise went on to explain the depth of the bond they were about to enter into, Algrim found himself momentarily rendered speechless by the fox's revelation. While he knew that Lise and his kin were basically immortal, the confirmation that he, too, would be offered such a rare gift made him aware of his own importance in the grand scheme of things. "Spending eternity at the side of a lover sounds like a beautiful dream," Algrim agreed after a moment. Letting his hand slide from Lise's cheek into his hair, he stroked his fingers gently through the silky strands before giving in to the temptation to scratch behind a fluffy ear. "Once again, I am humbled that you would extend such an honour towards me."

The prince could have easily set a trap for him to test his loyalty by not telling the elf about the spell. That Lise wanted Algrim to know what risks awaited him as his bride only further cemented Algrim's belief that his husband-to-be wished for them to have a harmonious relationship. Though he had been tasked by his king to uncover the secret of the foxes' immortality, Algrim had already come to the decision that he could not betray Lise's trust, not just for the sake of his own safety, but because Lise was too sweet a man to turn against. Such a betrayal from the one meant to be his closest confidant would be a blow from which Lise might never recover. The prince was kind, generous, and seemed to have an honest heart, and, to all appearances, Lise was quite eager to get married to him. Only a fool would throw away what Lise offered him.

Seeing Algrim's sombre expression, his ears laid flat down with dismay. "It's like scrying for omens. Only when it might happen would I be aware." He explained further, as if it could help. Lise reached out to tug on Algrim's sleeve. "No one besides Mother and me will know this spell will be used on you. Besides, I can always clarify with you if it happens?" The fox's lips pursed with a slight chew on his bottom lip, obviously uncomfortable talking about such a possibility.

"I witnessed how hard you worked for peace between our realms, even when there were misunderstandings between Mother and Malekith. Your suggestions hold passion for protecting your people and preventing unnecessary sacrifices. It is a very admirable trait... Honestly, I was glad when I heard you were chosen. Though I don't understand why when you're so capable... but at least the person I'd be marrying is someone I've known about, at least for some time."

"And while I'm showing you my best welcome, I understand you did not have the opportunity to have the same impression of me. Not only that... I may seem naive and inexperienced for my role. Especially because I'm avoiding the heavier topics between us. It's our first day of meeting in person... I do not want us to start with distrust and wariness of bad possibilities." Lise's gaze dropped down where their knees were. He understood Algrim's loyalties could not be changed so soon, that it would lay more with his kin than Yelihaa. The long discussions with his mother on his fiance's potential motives already laid the groundwork to prepare for any scenario of betrayal that might happen. So he did not think it necessary to be brought up, especially for someone as intelligent as the advisor before him. But he also found himself feeling insecure about appearing incompetent before the capable elf.

Lise kept on surprising him with his kindness and progressive views on their marriage, putting Algrim's concerns to rest by reassuring him that a virgin bride was no requirement and then going on to express his sympathies for the elf's loss. Algrim's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thank you, Lise. I am glad that our views on the subject align." If Lise cared to learn about his former life, Algrim would be willing to tell the fox about it, but this was not the right time to darken the mood with tales of war and death. The revelation that Lise had been with other partners in the past, too, was a relief, for it once again put them on equal footing. It did give rise to another concern, however. "Something I came across in my studies was the concept of harems in Yelihaa. Is this something that will affect our relationship?" Algrim had always been faithful to his wife, had loved and treasured her as she deserved, and the thought of her not being enough would have never crossed his mind. He could only hope that Lise was of a similar mindset.

Another smile stole across his lips as Lise reached for his hand and kissed it, the gesture so endearingly innocent that Algrim could not help but be touched by it. Though they had only known each other for a short while, Lise was turning out to be remarkably perceptive to Algrim's feelings. Obsidian eyes widened with surprise when Lise offered Algrim a choice in the matter of their marriage – something his king had not. While Algrim would have gone through with Malekith's wish even if the crown prince had turned out to be cruel, the fact that Lise was willing to call off the wedding stirred a warm feeling in his chest. "It is very kind of you to consider my feelings on the matter, but I will uphold my end of our agreement, for the good of both of our realms."

Knowing that his fiance will continue with the wedding, the crown prince eased a little. Having to talk his mother out of something both realms had already invested so much into arranging was daunting, not that he wouldn't try if it was Algrim's choice. Feeling his hand on his cheek, Lise blushed shyly this time. "Mn... as my spouse, I will be sharing my lifespan with you. You should know about how the royal family is considered immortal. If there are no mishaps, we will continue to live on. It'd be a shame to do so alone, don't you agree?" He said with a smile, trying to lighten things up. "It is a bond with many benefits. We'd even be able to sense each other's well being and general location." He continued, omitting that it can be undone at great cost. The prince did not want to start their marriage thinking it might come to that.

Besides, after the wedding, Algrim had plenty of time to study with access to their library and knowledge. "This is also Yelihaa's first external alliance by marriage. To ensure you won't betray us..." Lise was looking apologetic once more. "You will be bound to a spell that prevents such. I will know if you have thoughts of enacting on something like that." It was an ancient spell, left by their ancestors. Even his mother still uses it as study material, because she had not yet fully grasped its mechanisms. It was also a spell used on lifelong servants and subordinates, which many viewed as slaves. The only advantage Algrim would have was that any punishment would be by Lise's choice, compared to the immediate consequences which could be embedded into the spell. He paused, watching his fiance's expressions to see if he would regret his earlier choice.

Lise's next query was another reminder of how little Algrim knew about his new home. "I am afraid not. Truth be told, I was under the impression that I were to come on my own, without an entourage," the elf admitted, his voice soft with apology. "Thank you, Lise, for your generosity and for welcoming me so kindly. It shall be my earnest effort to make my every action meet with your approval, and I look forward to meeting the lord you mentioned." Algrim followed the prince into the main hall, taking in his lavish surroundings with quiet awe. He sat down on the chaise Lise led him to and accepted the offered tea with a smile and a nod of thanks to the servant.

"Perhaps I should begin by expressing my gratitude for your hospitality." Algrim had expected his reception to be a more sober affair, a formal handing over of him to the royal family, with his role at court being more akin to that of a political hostage, but Lise had shown him nothing but warmth and respect since his arrival. Perhaps their arrangement would turn out to be a mutually beneficial one, after all. "All of this—", he let his gaze sweep around the opulence surrounding him, marvelling at the care with which every single piece of furniture and decor seemed to have been selected to turn his new residence into a true sanctuary of beauty and comfort, "—is very beautiful, and very different from my home. I consider myself blessed to be thought worthy of such generosity."

Hearing Algrim's gratitude, Lise also momentarily found himself distracted by thoughts of how to make his bride feel more at home, thinking he would need to ask more about Svartalfheim. He wanted to assure Algrim that it was only to be expected for his spouse-to-be, when the shift in atmosphere had the crown prince being more sombre to their conversation. That Algrim had a family did take Lise by surprise, before he noticed the grief in his bride's eyes, frowning the slightest at Algrim's last concern. He understood how valid it was, that purity was often an expectation across many cultures. While it was not a deal breaker for the foxes, it was still a treasured notion as well.

Lise reached out to take Algrim's hand again, holding it with both of his and shaking his head. "It is not a concern of mine. Being of our age, it is to be expected... though I had not known you were a widower." Snow blue eyes gazed at Algrim with sympathy. "I am sorry for your loss. I myself had partners before, though I've never committed due to my position. You are to be my spouse, and it will be for life. I sincerely hope we can move past what was, to be by each other's side till the end of time." He said with all seriousness, piously lifting Algrim's hand to kiss the back of his fingers.

All around them, the gardens lay silent and still, even the moon was hiding behind the clouds, and while Algrim all but melted into the shadows, he could see Vuhs clearly before him, his skin and vulpine features standing out against the darkness. After a moment, Algrim proceeded with his conquest, both of his hands settling on Vuhs’ hips as he sank himself all the way inside until his hips were flush with Vuhs’ rear. Vuhs was hot and tight inside, every clench and spasm massaging the elf’s aching arousal and sending shivers of pleasure dancing along his nerve endings.

Moans slipped free in time with each stroke within the fox's tight hole, sucking hungrily on every inch. As Algrim picked up the pace, Vuhs also began rocking his body to match his love's rhythm, pushing back to meet the smack of the elder's hips. Pleasure sparked every time Algrim's cock rubbed past his sensitive muscles within, sending tingling strikes up his spine and had him clenching around it by reflex. His ears pinned to the sides trembling, fluttering fur making it all the more obvious.

Moans slipped free in time with each stroke within the fox's tight hole, sucking hungrily on every inch. As Algrim picked up the pace, Vuhs also began rocking his body to match his love's rhythm, pushing back to meet the smack of the elder's hips. Pleasure sparked every time Algrim's cock rubbed past his sensitive muscles within, sending tingling strikes up his spine and had him clenching around it by reflex. His ears pinned to the sides trembling, fluttering fur making it all the more obvious.

It wasn't just his front that was aching for climax, all that licking had him feeling empty and hungry, teased even more so when he felt his lover's heavy heat reminding him how deep it could go. Vuhs gasped, the ends of his tails curling with his toes. "Take me, Algrim. Put it in- I want your cock deep in me." He pleaded, hips pressing back again impatiently. "Claim me... make me cum." The fox ignored his own hanging arousal, eager to be filled.

It wasn't just his front that was aching for climax, all that licking had him feeling empty and hungry, teased even more so when he felt his lover's heavy heat reminding him how deep it could go. Vuhs gasped, the ends of his tails curling with his toes. "Take me, Algrim. Put it in- I want your cock deep in me." He pleaded, hips pressing back again impatiently. "Claim me... make me cum." The fox ignored his own hanging arousal, eager to be filled.

They had barely exchanged a word and yet they were expected to spend the rest of their lives together. Political marriages were common among royalty across all realms and Algrim was fairly certain that Lise had been raised with the expectation that he would one day marry a partner of his mother's choosing. Still, he was anxious to find out what Lise thought of their arrangement. It had been years since Algrim had lost his family. Marriage was not something he had expected to ever repeat, but he knew better than to refuse a direct order from the king. It was surreal to imagine that in a day they would be married and he would have to do as Lise bade him and fulfill his duty as his husband, or rather bride, for he understood that this was the role he was expected to take in their union, made possible by the magical tattoo he had been given the night before. Why Malekith had not simply picked a woman as Lise's consort Algrim did not know, but he had always known the Accursed to have a twisted sense of humour.

At Lise's prompting, Algrim took the prince's hand and fell into step beside him. Malekith sent him off with little more than a passing glance, quite evidently happy to have the burden of his ex-advisor taken off his hands so he could go back to conversing with the Queen, who he clearly viewed as a worthier pursuit than her son. The quick dismissal stung. Algrim's brows drew together unhappily and he squeezed Lise's hand a little tighter.

The ensemble of buildings – white walls topped with black rooves that curved upwards into pointy tips at the corners – Lise led him to was as picturesque as was the garden full of pink-blossomed trees surrounding it. A white bridge curved over a pond with turquoise water that sparkled in the sun, in which fish swam lazily. "Your realm is beautiful," Algrim commented, breathing in the sweet, floral scent as they strolled through the garden. "I am looking forward to seeing more of it."

Listening to ex-advisor promising to commit to his position, Lise smiled and swung their held hands lightly in a childish manner. "That's understandable. What we understand of the dark elves are also from Midgardian sources, so we're on par?" The prince tried to ease his bride's worries. "I will stay until after dinner. It's kind of old superstition that the marrying couple shouldn't see each other the night before, otherwise it's bad for the marriage. Plus I have to pick you up according to our marriage customs." Malekith had left the wedding arrangements entirely up to the foxes. With not much information to go on, the wedding organizers simply integrated some Svartalfheim imported greenery, food ingredients which they tested to blend into Yelihaa's culinary style and the assumed color for dark elves into the decoration and outfits they were to wear tomorrow.

"A noble fox will arrive later to help you prepare for tomorrow. Did... the king give you your own elven servants?" Lise probed. They did not mention it in the negotiations, wanting to see the dark elves' intent. "The noble fox is a lord of good age blessed with parents and children all healthy, and had a very good life. Him helping you prepare will give you blessings for a good marriage." He explained further as he led Algrim into the main hall, bringing him to a long wooden chaise to sit with. Servants - red foxes - showed themselves to their new master and served up floral tea for the both of them.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions. I'll do my best to answer them. What's on your mind?" The prince initiated after the servants left. The interior of this gifted estate was designed in the same purple he saw Algrim wore in the projections. His mother left most of the bridal gifts in his charge, and he saw to the arrangement in this courtyard that was to be Algrim's private property.

This was when the Accursed had turned to diplomacy and Algrim had entered the picture. The advisor had contributed no small part to the alliance between elves and foxes, but the reward for all his efforts came not in the form of honour and gratitude, but in humiliation. Algrim had been mortified when Malekith revealed that he was to assume the role of a politcal pawn, an asset to be traded off to the foxes in order to cement their alliance, reasoning that Algrim would serve him better from within the vulpine realm, a spy planted in the very heart of Yelihaa to steal its secrets right from under their noses. No amount of arguing had changed the king's mind. Algrim's complaints had fallen on deaf ears, and in the end he had had no choice but to bend to Malekith's will.

It was with a heavy heart that Algrim arrived in Yelihaa together with the king and an entourage of nobles and council members. If an alliance with Yelihaa would bring prosperity and peace to the long-suffering people of Svartalfheim, he would swallow his pride and make the sacrifice, even if it meant subjecting his body to uses nature had not intended.

Putting his hand in Malekith's, he let himself be led off the ship and towards the waiting delegation. Algrim was dressed in a robe of the finest silk that tightly hugged his torso and arms, but fell loosely over his hips down to his ankles, a crimson belt accentuating his narrow waist. White in colour, it was buttoned down his front, with a high collar that reached to just below his jaw, providing a pleasing contrast to his dark skin. His hair had been braided and adorned with diamonds that glittered like dewdrops amidst the silver strands. Behind them followed a long procession of servants bearing gifts – gold and silver, precious gemstones, enchanted weapons, magical artefacts, fine fabrics, and several fearsome beasts native to the elven realm. Algrim would have taken pride in the fact that the king thought him worthy of such a generous dowry, if only it had been so. No, the Accursed had opened his coffers only to butter up Algrim's future husband, the Crown Prince.

The Queen discussed his fiance's purpose and standing extensively with him, wary of Algrim's capabilities. They did not have much information on Svartalfheim, aside from the ruthlessness of its current ruler. Though the truce and alliance was treated with suspicion, the foxes were relieved for they were not an aggressive race. The silver lining on top of all that was that they were quite certain the elves had just as little information on them as they did the elves. For now, trade paved the way for peace, with their abundant food supplies in exchange for elven minerals.

Lise tore his mind away from his memories when Algrim addressed them, and he openly and curiously studied how beautiful his bride looked compared to the austere advisor he'd seen before. "Welcome, Malekith and dark elves to Yelihaa. And welcome to our court, Algrim. From tomorrow onwards, you will be of our realm, so rise and rest easy today." His mother spoke, before he nodded in acknowledgement to the elven king and stepped forward to offer his hand to his bride.

As the youngest of the Queen's three children, Lise's mother had often chided him for not being stately enough. But he was still her favorite, after revoking the title of Crown Prince from his elder two brothers when she deemed them unfit. He had a playful and carefree air about him, even at such an important occasion. But he did try. With his fringe combed to a side, long straight hair falling neat behind his back, parted only by his ears, Lise specially dressed to receive his betrothed. He wore a light blue robe, shoulders lined with fur and embroidered with silver down his collar and chest and sleeves, with a darker colored matching sash and finished with a floral waist accessory. On his right ear was a single long tassel earring, with iridescent sapphire blue and silver threads cascading in an elegant line.

"Let me show you to your rooms." He said as he waited for Algrim to take his hand. "As you know, my name is Lise. You can call me by my name."

Vuhs threw his head back with a moan as pleasure shot up his spine, ever more sensitive because it was Algrim, his love. His glutes tensed, then relaxed as he got used to the pleasure, easing up to the attention. A gasp left the fox when the elf's tongue dipped in, bringing heat to his sensitive inner walls. His hole twitched, getting even hotter in return, expecting something more. Pricking his ears backwards to listen to his lover, Vuhs whined with need, pushing his hips back insistingly.

While he understood Algrim was spoiling him, the impatient fox was used to rough sex and he had been played with all night, making him ache for release. He was also being spoilt, knowing his impatience would be forgiven. After all, Algrim was also delaying his own pleasure for him. It was fair.

Vuhs threw his head back with a moan as pleasure shot up his spine, ever more sensitive because it was Algrim, his love. His glutes tensed, then relaxed as he got used to the pleasure, easing up to the attention. A gasp left the fox when the elf's tongue dipped in, bringing heat to his sensitive inner walls. His hole twitched, getting even hotter in return, expecting something more. Pricking his ears backwards to listen to his lover, Vuhs whined with need, pushing his hips back insistingly.

While he understood Algrim was spoiling him, the impatient fox was used to rough sex and he had been played with all night, making him ache for release. He was also being spoilt, knowing his impatience would be forgiven. After all, Algrim was also delaying his own pleasure for him. It was fair.