Warning: Sexual content, NSFW
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Returning from a successful hunt, the Thane of Redhold was pleased to have returned home to a sea of jovial faces floating about the marketplace. Assuming that they were happy to see him back from his first hunt, they met him with handshakes and stout pats on the back. As they approached his home, kills in hand, Rylen and Cassandra stopped him, the former being the one to speak up first. "There's somethin' we've been keepin' from ye..." Crossing his arms, Cullen waited for further explanation, eyeing the lingering mass of people behind him. "Yer stolen bride is waitin' for ye inside, tied up."
"She's what?!"
Cassandra huffed, "The battle prevented us from properly celebrating and Evelyn… agreed to it."
"She did?!"
A loud thunk from inside was heard as the doors of his home flew open, as two giggling women exited. Stopping abruptly at being met by the scene unfolding before them, their red faces were holding back bouts of convulsing laughter.
"Ros? Dhara?" Cullen's tone was accusatory.
"-- enough your bloody antics! I don't need your help in this matter! And--" Evelyn's fiery Marcher accent was echoing out of the doorway.
"I'm assuming she's yelling at the two of you?"
His Head Warrior gave a disgusted grunt, "What did you two do? You were only meant to tie her up!"
Stepping down off the porch, his sister smiled with a hint of mischief. "That's exactly what we did, honest!"
"-- We are not here for your amusement! Do you fucking hear me?! Are you going to leave me here alone like this?! Dhara?! Ros?!"
Cassandra was not moved, glowering down at them, "Then why does she seem agitated?"
"A bit of teasin' is all, besides she wouldn't be a proper stolen bride if she was contently strung up, would she?" Looking around the warrior to him, she imparted her well wishes, "Happy Knotting, my Thane!" Walking through the crowd, she held her hands up, "The rest of ye, let us celebrate at the Mead Hall!" A loud roar rose up as the wave of spectators left, as did his friends, but not before pushing him inside and shutting the door.
Cullen followed the Phoenix's searing speech and a mixture of pleasant scents to the back of his home. Entering the bedroom and stepping around the lattice reed screen, his appearance immediately silenced her growling tirade. The shock of the scene before him made his mouth gape at her amusingly, "By the gods, woman…" Tied by the wrists with ropes to the headboard, was his wife. Her sun-kissed rosy skin dotted sparsely with various shades of freckles melded with the candlelight. The only thing covering her was a thin piece of linen draped over the shoulders and breasts, hanging down in a V to cover the junction between her hips.
She groaned heavily dropping her head and hands dramatically as the ropes caught her. When she looked up she stared at him for a long moment before laughing, "This is ridiculous, you know that?" Evelyn yanked on her bindings, her strength causing the ropes and solidly built bed to creak. "This is the last time they can use the 'Lowlander' excuse to get me to do anything."
He couldn't help but chuckle too, coyly chastizing her, "You should know better by now than to trust those two. This is…" He was at a loss for words. Cullen knew well of the famous stories of Avvar men stealing Lowlander brides. They ranged from ones of nonconsensual kidnapping to others of the woman agreeing to be stolen out of her home in the middle of the night. Every Avvar man at one time was captivated by the thought of taming a stolen bride, himself included. Though the tales were ingrained in their heritage as acceptable traditional acts, he never thought he'd bond with a Lowlander let alone be challenged by one. He didn't foresee being a part of an extinction prophecy either, yet here he was wed to its main heroine. How the gods had deemed him worthy of such of honor was beyond him, despite not seeing it that way at first.
Now, he couldn't help the way she heated his blood and hastened his breathing with a sultry look of hers. It was as if he had never seen a flame such as hers, and he wanted to play with it; touch it; see how he could make it bend. As his thoughts filtered through to his countenance, her ever-keen eyes saw the change and the tension in her muscles fled. His reverence for her bled through his skin, for they had seen battle together, and for Avvar that was a sacred rite in itself. As he slowly approached their large bed, flashes of the battle flew through his mind, as did the visions of the power she wielded. Part of him understood why the Templars wanted her subdued, for if she had full reign of it, she could fell a kingdom alone. But she was of a pure and noble heart, ever quick to serve rather than command.
She shook her head with slight amusement, "Now, I promised on my honor not to use my magic to burn the binds or fade-step out. And I assure you, I gave the clan a good show of my capture."
The Thane couldn't help a proud smirk twitching up his scared lip, as he shed his shoulder armor, tossing it on the floor, "Of that, I've no doubt. " She gazed intently at his naked chest as he stalked up the bed towards her. "I have to admit," his eyes took her toned physique in greedily as he switched the whole tone of their conversation, "I've never had a stolen bride before, nor one even tied to my bed." His blood ran hot, feeling the pressure build in his breeches at all the fantasies she invoked.
She hummed amusingly with a matching smirk, testing the strength of her binds again, "A bit out of your depth then, Rutherford?" Her curvy hips jutted to one side, almost enough to reveal what lay beneath the cloth.
He chuckled, "I've been out of it since we met." Kneeling before her on the bed they held each other's gaze as if sparring. He ran a finger up her thigh, grasping at the light linen fabric that hardly concealed her form, rubbing it between his fingertips. Her defined wide hip bones were on display, beautifully paired with a pinched waist. The distraction allowed his eyes to explore his wife, though it wasn't as if he needed permission anymore.
She joined him, unable to help but laugh with a pinch of pity, "This is true, you poor man. How can I make it up to you?" He moved closer so he was brushing against her body. Various parts grazed and bumped each other, including lips and noses. When his groin rubbed against hers, they both let out lusty whines. She whispered desirously, "Untie me."
"No," leveling her a predatorial glare, he exhaled strongly, "You are my Lowander bride and will remain where you are until I tell you otherwise."
Unafraid she leaned closer, nuzzling and whispering, "Or what, my Thane?" With a confident roll of her shoulders, she baked away pushing her perky breasts out at him, and jutting a hip out, the curvature of her hourglass shape was a marvel. The supple curve and shine of her lips caught his gaze.
His hand slid up to her shoulder, then her throat to grasp her chin. Bringing her closer to him, Cullen tilted his head and grazed his mouth from her ear down to the pulse under her jawline scar. Pausing, he heard a trembling breath escape her. With a sudden playful growl, he nipped at her neck trailing his teeth downwards and sucking on the pale column. He expected her to whimper at the roughness, but instead, she mewled wantonly, leaning into his mouth. Turning her face back to him, he scolded her, "You aren't supposed to like that."
His wife bit back a smirk, chuckling deliriously, "Right, sorry. Let me try it again. I forgot I'm the damsel Lowlander tonight." Clearing her throat as if readying herself for a theatrical performance, "Go on, do it again." She averted her gaze up away from him, knowing that they'd laugh if she chanced a look. He paused at length again, not wanting her to anticipate it, so when he did it, she squealed and begged him so pathetically to stop, they couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. Distracted, the mage was able to kick her one leg out from beneath her in an attempt to put him in a leg hold at the waist, but without her other leg, which had gotten tangled in the mess of pelts, it failed.
Pulling her atop his thighs and holding her strong legs in place with his arms, Cullen shook his head at the pathetic attempt. "I'm not sure you understand how this works, but you are certainly not in charge in this situation."
Her grin faded to a more serious and intense stare. Inches apart he sat there unmoving, feeling himself stiffen more at her swaying in his lap. "Is that what you want? To be in control? You want me to submit?" If she wasn't tied by her wrists to the bedposts, he would've thought she was going to pounce him. She raised her chin defiantly above him, "Do you know who I am?"
He gazed headlong into the inferno of her eyes unafraid, "I do."
"You don't, clearly," she fired back.
"I do. Evelyn Althea Trevelyan."
Glaring at him in a stalemate, Evelyn suddenly broke the palpable intensity. She winced rolling her eyes dramatically in jest, "Wrong, I'm afraid. It's actually Evelyn Althea Rutherford now. And the Phoenix of Redhold. You forgot that part."
"I will still call you Trevelyan when I'm cross, though you are a Rutherford."
She smiled almost shyly, "Yes, well, I fear you will have to think of another punishment."
With playful intent, Cullen smacked her rear. Jumping from the surprise of it, she yipped then hummed pleasurably. "What? You like that too?" Evelyn shrugged and he couldn't help but spank her a few more times. "Korth's beard, is there anything you don't like?"
"Hmm," as she thought, he was busy climbing her body with kisses, "Maybe I don't like it when you take so long." She bucked at him, and again when he spanked her. Gazing up at her with a sly smirk, he paused once he reached her lips. Cullen felt the heat from her breath brush against his face as he watched her patience run out. Leaning toward him, begging for it, he smiled slightly as he caught her lush lips in a desperate and passionate kiss. The sound of the ropes straining indicated she wanted to touch him. The muscles of her lean arms tensed at the resistance and she gave a frustrated exhale.
The Thane whispered against his Lady's mouth, "Patience, my love. Don't you see from the room, the night is ours."
"I have very little of that at this moment. Perhaps I'll be more so later." She was trying to grind on him, and the thought of her desiring him flared up their bond markings. Parting to give her a scolding look, he held her by the chin as she amended her statement, "But I am curious to see what you do with me." Watching his scared lip intently, she tried to lean closer but couldn't reach him, and he didn't move to meet her. Still holding her by the chin as she went to kiss him, he spanked her with his free hand, making her hips jerk up against him. "Do you plan on teasing me endlessly until I beg?"
"Beg? You'd like me to make you a groveling mess?" An intense smirk, or maybe it was a snarl, tweaked at her lips and she shook her head. He turned her head gently to the side, touching the tip of his nose to the sensitive spot under her ear. As Cullen whispered, a patch of goose flesh dotted her neck, while her pert breasts brushed against his chest. "You want to be dominated. Tamed."
"Think you can?"
Backing away, he flashed a smirk her way, ducking under the rope to kneel behind her. Pushing the piece of linen away, his hand slid to the junction between her legs. His wife was dripping for him, much like their first tryst, and he plunged his fingers into her. Evelyn's head fell back on his shoulder with a loud gratifying moan and her breathing deepened squeezing his fingers tightly with her inner muscles. He captured her lips fiercely over her shoulder, now rubbing circles in an attempt to find the spot that would make her legs shake. Finding it, her sultry moans came freely this time as she tried to increase the amount of contact by gyrating her hips. Her panting want was enough to make him consider releasing her from the binding just to let her at him, but not yet.
"Come for me," we whispered with authority in her ear, working his fingers harder and faster. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass against his erection. Unable to help it, he pushed his engorged cock back into her motions.
Half-lidded yet, defiant eyes peered over at him as she purred back, "Make me." The jolt of a hard spank accompanied by his thumb on her clit was the push she needed. Using him for support as she cried out, he held her by the hair against him as she writhed in waves, up and down.
Slipping the ropes and linen from her limp body, he laid her down gently on their bed. Her eyelids were heavy and her lips swollen, humming pleasantly as she gazed at him. Though Cullen still felt some minor aches in his bones, they were easily forgotten as he was thoroughly distracted by the woman lying naked and undone on his bed.
After recovering her limbs and rubbing at the pink marks on her wrists, she tried to sit up, but he playfully pushed her back down. Smiling resplendently as she bounced slightly on the firm pillows and furs, she tried again to no avail making him match her grin. She huffed with a pout until he slung her leg up and over his shoulder. On his belly and crawling up closer to her sex, they shared a glance before his mouth latched onto her left inner thigh. Evelyn hissed through her teeth as he slowly and painstakingly made his way to her apex. The nectar wetting her legs tasted tangy with a hint of citrus, making him hum as he savored it. When his tongue at last made contact with her feminine petals, he felt the room's temperature grow warmer. Glancing up, her mana was glowing from her chest up her neck and eyes. Keening and arching back as he continued to suck at her, her orange irises blinked away her rising aura.
It was then he remembered something his father said about his mother's love when he came of age for "the talk." He told him that mages have to be in control of their magic at all times, but when they lay with their soulmate, all that control slips away as they give everything over to their partner. Knowing that his parents were in fact bonded for love and his mother was a talented healer, Evelyn's slip brought on a whole new revelation. Yet for now, he'd tuck it away for a later time when he was not between her legs. He wondered if she knew.
Cullen nuzzled his face against the right leg now, threatening the same attention the left had. As she kept trying to reign her mana in, the pulsating light grew softer, emulating the glow of a low peaceful fire. Still holding each other's gaze, he kissed gently at her leg again, making the light gradually brighten. With a smirk, understanding what he playing at, she added in a breathy voice, "Is that all you've got, Rutherford?" With that, he bit into her thigh causing her to partly laugh and cry as her veins lit up the room momentarily. "Fuck, Cullen!" He hung on as long as he could before her strong beautiful legs overpowered him and he sat up kneeling once more. Having riled her up, she rolled up with him, "Why the fuck do you still have pants on?!" When he opened his mouth to reply, she cut him off, "Shh, I don't want your excuses."
Evelyn pulled him into her and crashed her lips against his. Overwhelmed by her, it felt like she was everywhere. Her tongue was intertwined with his and her hands were feeling their way down into his pants. He had been trying to savor his arousal by pleasuring her and getting to know her valleys and hills, but he had forgotten who his lover was: the volatile, impatient, and alluring Phoenix. Despite her Lowlander origin, the woman was a true Avvar.
Grabbing her long silky locks from the back, he parted them, giving her a stern look, "Eve, I think you forgot the part where you're supposed to--"
"You have," she captured his mouth again, pulling at his bottom lip, speaking through her teeth, "the rest of your life to order me around." Her warm hands slid down his muscular stomach to open his breeches. "We only have tonight before I leave, so for the love of the gods, just fuck me already!" Her fingers teased at his erection, tickling about the crown before squeezing firmly and stroking him.
Regrettably, he gasped and moaned which made her annoyingly pleased with herself. "You're a minx." He was a starving man and she his lavish feast of flesh. Nothing would sate him but her, as her hands made him forget all rational thought.
"Yes, but I'm yours and you love me."
Having successfully relieved him of his clothing, her arms circled his neck pulling her into her lavish kisses once more as he pressed her against the bed. Rocking against her folds, he coated his fully hardened cock in her wetness and slowly slid between her legs. Once seated fully inside, her melodic moan echoed about their chamber.
"I do love you." He smoothed some of her two-toned locks back from her face. His gentle touch and caress of her body put her in a new heightened state. Her soft glowing eyes never left him and her breathing in and out of her mouth was relaxed. "I thank the gods every day for bringing you to me." Cullen moved against her slowly, yet pressed in as deep as he could meeting hips. As he placed gentle kisses across one side of her face and jaw making his way back to her lips, it was clear this tenderness was new to her. Rather than clawing at him, her fingers tried to mimic his own, grazing over his muscles softly. The sounds she produced still sung with pleasure, though they were breathy notes.
"Cullen," she purred as he began to pick up the pace of his lovemaking. Feeling the increased friction, her legs fell open as wide as her hips would let them. Timed squeezes of her muscles made him groan and clutch at the furs beneath his woman. Moving her hips to meet his thrusts, her fingers dug into him a little harder.
Evelyn's moans were sounding more and more like choked gasps as she arched her head back away from him. When she relaxed back once more, her heavy eyelids revealed smoldering orange irises that sent a wave of heat through him. Pushing him slowly up, but not out of her, he sat back on his knees with her atop his lap. With her weight keeping him sheathed within her heat, the Phoenix began grinding on him slowly. He couldn't help but look down at her shapely hips and toned stomach muscles flexing on him. Climbing the scars across her belly and ribs, his eyes and hand reached her rosy nipples, teasing one with a thumb, before flicking it with his tongue and lips. The sensation made her hiss and moan, throwing her head back so her long locks of hair cascaded down her back. He wondered how any Lowlander man could dismiss this alluring woman because of a few scars.
Collecting a fistful of her silky hair, he pulled her back to him with a tight jerk. She gasped, "Gods, Cullen, you feel amazing!" Their lips crashed together again but with more teeth this time.
"Then let them hear you, Eve, it's our wedding night after all."
"Then I suggest…" She hopped off of him and slung her leg over dropping to the bed. On hands and knees, she curved her back down, spreading herself to him like a lioness in heat. His wife peered over her shoulder at him, blinking a heated invitation at him, and the view sent a jolt of savage lust through him. "… you not hold back, my lion." The last time he had her in this position it had been dark, and had he known then what his eyes were missing, their tryst wouldn't have lasted as long as it did even with his Avvish stamina.
Grabbing her hips roughly and dragging her back a foot, she lowered her upper body onto her elbows, giving him an incredible angle to fuck her at. Cullen felt himself throb and squeezed himself as if to keep himself from coming at the thought alone of what he was about to do. Without warning he thrusted hard into her making her mewl loudly. He held himself within her, savoring the tightness and taking a deep breath before beginning his onslaught. The Thane started slow and deep, but as soon as she began bucking back in rhythm with him, the speed increased. Enthralled by her exquisite feminine dimples to voluptuous ass, he pounded against her. The Phoenix's mana flared, as did their bond markings casting their erotic shadows against the walls.
He listened to her cries, but he wanted more; he wanted her to submit. With a heavy hand, he spanked her again, receiving the sort of reaction he was aiming for. Following up with another, she screamed almost sounding as if she was in pain, but it was choked with a desirous sob. A red bloom spread on her taut skin, but it only hastened her release.
"Hakkon take me! Yes, Cullen!" Her cries continued in that manner until her back dipped deeper and she screamed wantonly at the searing rapture. The rippling spasms gripped his length so hard, that he had to catch himself over her, bellowing out a roar as he spilled his hot seed into her. Slowly her voice began to rasp, and her body succumbed to the blissful tremors. Unwilling to part from her, he flopped them over on their sides.
Panting, he moved her two-toned hair to the side, planting sweet kisses all over the back of her neck and shoulder. She intertwined her fingers in the hand that circled her middle, making no move to get up. Slowly, he retreated out of her, and she pushed back into him as if in the hope he'd miraculously hardened again. Hot and flushed, she rolled over to face him, causing her locks to drape over her. Evelyn smiled at her husband with a shy loving smile as a finger traced shapes on his chest. With a grin of his own, he got himself up on an elbow to kiss her tenderly. His wife deserved to know the sweet passionate side of love.
"Not sore I hope?" He murmured against her lips.
"It's going to take a lot more to make me walk as if I rode a horse for days, my love." Evelyn slid her tongue into his mouth, coaxing his into hers.
Cullen placed a hand on her marked belly, "Good because I'll be damned if you leave without part of me to take with you."
Smiling and sucking at his bottom lip, her large brown eyes ensnared him, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"Either, whatever you give me will be perfect." He couldn't help the wide grin spreading on his face until his stomach growled.
"Oh, you poor dear, did I keep you from supper?" She tickled him, but he restrained her quickly.
"It was well worth it, but I am going to eat now, then," he pushed her legs open playing with her slick pedals, "I'm going to tie you back up." The mage was already kicking at him, being overly stimulated and ticklish.
Giving him a hungry smirk of her own, she simply added, "If you can, Rutherford."