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Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Isobel watched as he locked the door and her stomach hurt so badly she thought she might throw up from it. She knew she was a timid person, and also knew that he had probably figured that out by now. She watched him take off all of his objects, surprised at how much a man could truly carry on his body, when just this mere dress and chemise was causing her trouble. His scarred chest worried her and she found herself wanting to kiss each one, but also knew that from those scars came bravery and that bravery would keep her safe from harm. Her eyes traveled across his chest and down his abdomen slowly, taking in every curve and valley, the 'V' at his waist intrigued her and so did the little strip of hair below his navel that disappeared under the top of trousers. When she realized he was watching her look at him she quickly looked up to his face, surprised that she had allowed herself to stare at his that long. Isobel's face was so red now that she knew the dim light wouldn't help her, and she wished she could stop blushing around this man. When he moved closer to her and asked if she would join him at first she wanted to tell him no, that being naked in front of someone else was barbaric but she kept reminding herself that he was now her husband, and man and wife did things like this. Taking a deep breath she turned around in front of him, giving him access to the buttons on the back of her dress as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. She was unable to undo them herself, and was glad she could face away from him, if even for a moment and try to compose herself. Please, you can call me Isobel, or Is. She told him as she did not like being called pet, it made her feel like a bag of flesh that he was merely using and she didn't want their relationship to be like that, hard and unforgiving. In the mere seconds of her wait it seemed like forever and she hoped he didn't want her to take off the small chemise underneath, even though it didn't really cover much of her anyway.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

He saw the fear in her eyes, but as he stripped away his weapons and armour Brand also read the interest in her expression. That was enough for him and as she turned he moved up behind her and placed his hands upon her shoulders. Isobel, he murmured, bending his head to purr into her ear. No. Not yet. Not like this, lady mine. Those strong arms wrapped around her and he laughed softly, without malice. Brand hugged her tightly, treating her as he would a horse in need of calming. I know the trail does me no favours, princess, he told her, his voice low and deep, breath warm on her neck as he embraced her. You deserved a chance to see me as I am, without my wrapping of iron and grim determination. I hope I please you, Isobel, my princess. You may not have chosen me to wed, but no man will keep you safer. He chuckled and released her, turning her in his arms and drawing her in for a long, lingering kiss. I will be your loyal hound, Isobel. Harrying your foes and guarding your family as my own. Stepping back, he unbarred toe door and opened it, offering her a slight bow. Now,princess mine, you may go, if you wish. I can be patient... and when you come to my arms it will be by your choice. His eyes gleamed, as though he relished that particular challenge. Brand turned away, already undoing the buckle of his belt and the drawstrings of his trousers as he moved towards the baths. I pray you, love, send a servant to Halfstan and tell him to bring my clothes?
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

After Isobel was told she could leave a part of her didn't want to, but knew she should for the betterment of herself. With her back still turned toward him as she heard him moving toward the hot water she walked out and lightly shut the door, making sure the bar couldn't accidentally slide into place and lock her out. When she saw no one in the corridor she leaned up against the wall for a moment, once again trying to get rid of the effect of her husband before she entered the Great Hall and everyone would once again see her. With her head back against the wall she took deep breaths and subconsciously licked her lips from where he had kissed them. She liked the way his lips felt on her, and how strong his arms were when they wrapped around her, but mostly she liked how masculine he was and knew his promise to keep her safe would always hold true. Feeling better about her appearance she flipped her hair back where it originally was and walked her way to the Hall. Once inside she walked to the man that her husband had addressed as Halfstan, noting how everyone stared at her as she walked toward him but once there she told him of his request, not worrying about the servant at the moment. My husband would like for you to bring him a change of clothing and if you do not mind please set them outside of the bath door, we will get them when need be. When he nodded to her she nodded back and before she could tell herself any differently she headed back to the bath. Her heart was pounding slightly when she made it back to the door, and one part of her didn't want to enter but another did. She knew that the water would be so hot it would be white color and for that she was thankful for because she could see nothing of his. Slowly opening the door she slipped herself inside and closed it before turning around. She saw her husband there, and he looked so different with his hair back from being wet. Brand, I would like to join you, I need to become used to you after all, but I will do so in my chemise. Also, you still need to undo the buttons on my back. She hoped that this time he would actually do it and turned around to wait for him to come from the water, so she wouldn't see anything.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Brand sensed the conflict in her and he smiled more widely. When she left him, he stripped and stepped into the bath, scrubbing himself with a coarse pumice stone before making use of the soap. The bath was waist deep on him when he stood, and long enough for him to lay back and soak, and he did so, luxuriating in the hot, steamy water. He heard Isobel return before she touched the door, his senses keen and his smile returned as she entered. Dipping his head, he slicked back his dark blonde hair and stood. Water dripped down his body, and Isobel heard him step from the bath utterly unashamed as she asked him to unbutton her gown. Growling softly in her ear, he moved her hair aside gently and began to undo the buttons. As the first opened, he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. With each button, his kisses moved lower until she felt his tongue in the hollow between her shoulderblades. Keep your chemise, Isobel, he told her, his voice low and soft. But know that someone of your beauty has nothing to be ashamed of. The last button released, Brand moved back into the bath, standing in the waist deep water, drops gleaming on his skin. When Isobel turned he would be standing and watching her, droplets rolling down his hard body along the trails of his muscles. Holding his arms open, he beckoned to her, the water swirling at his hips as he took a step towards her. If you do not come to me, perhaps I should come to you? His smile turned wicked and he looked down. the hair on his chest narrowed and lightened down to a thin line that began to widen once more before disappearing beneath the water. The offer of masculine sensuality hung in the air between them, but Brand seemed content to watch her for the moment. Content to savour each new gambit in his campaign. Utterly confident that it would end in lascivious conquest.
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When he undid her buttons and kissed between her shoulder blades it caused her to gasp and goosebumps appear everywhere. But they gracefully went away when he complimented her. Of course she had been complimented before but never by someone so handsome and so hers. Slipping the dress off of her easily now with it looser, it fell to the ground, but she picked up his gift and put it back on her now bare arm. She turned to find him looking at her, still standing in the water. She bit her bottom lip and quickly glanced over his now glistening body, trying not to make her staring to obvious as her gaze made it's way back to his face. She held his gaze because as she grabbed the leather tie she kept on her wrist to tie up her hair she knew, the already short chemise, would rise to very high places on her thighs and she didn't want him to stare but knew he would still see most of her legs through his peripherals. With her heart still pumping from the kissing on her back she finished tying up her hair and walked slowly to the bath. Wanting to make it there on her own time, and not have him come and get her like he teasingly threatened. When she first stepped in she closed her eyes for a brief second, enjoying just how hot it was when it ran over her feet, but quickly opened them, remembering that he was so close to her. She walked in until the water came to above her belly button, since she was shorter than Brand. She didn't know what to do or where to go, until she noticed a speck of dirt almost on his jawline that he had obviously missed. Moving closer to him, until they were about a foot apart she reached up and wiped away the dirt with her thumb, this being when she realized how naked he was, and maybe he wanted a little distance. Sorry, uhm, you were dirty. She told him, but even when she put her arm down she couldn't get herself to move away, it was as if someone had glued her feet to the floor.
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Watching her slip from her dress, the thin chemise hiding her from his eyes, Brand growled out loud. Watching Isobel tie back her hair, exposing the creamy pale skin of her thighs to his hungry gaze. He watched her unabashedly, eagerly taking in every little motion she made as she moved towards him and stepped into the bath. When her eyes fluttered closed at the first touch of hot water, he took a step towards her, the water sloshing about his hips. Isobel saw his fists clench and unclench, the tension in his arms and shoulders building and relaxing each time he did. Brand wanted to hold her again, but he held back. Patience. Any hunter knew the virtue of patience, and he was hunting such delicious game. Brand smiled as she rubbed away a speck of dirt on his jaw. His beard was short and surprisingly soft. No more than two or three days of growth. What do you have to be sorry for? He asked her, lowering himself in the water, his hands reaching out to lightly hold her hips and draw her in. You're my wife, Isobel. My woman. You can touch me, if you like. Leaning in, he kissed the corner of her mouth, then began to nuzzle her neck. You can touch me anywhere you like, lady mine. The invitation was murmured against her heartbeat, his tongue following the tendons in her throat down to her collarbone. At the same time his hands moved up her back and down again, strong fingers following the curve of her spine and the soft swell of her hips. Teasingly, he caught her chemise and raised it just an inch or two, then let it go. I know you find me pleasing, he told her as his lips reached her ear. I can be gentle... or rough, if that would thrill you more. You need only tell me what you wish. His lips caught her earlobe and sucked on it, and then Isobel felt his teeth catch and bite gently, tugging on her lobe as his arms drew her against him and the hardness of his manhood pressed against her belly. tag
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Isobel felt like she was swimming and that she might drown. Everything her husband was making her feel wasn't anything she was used to. She had never been touched by a man, had been on her own a couple of hours ago and now she was in a bath house, with a hot man who was fondling her for everything she was worth. As much as she knew it was distasteful for this to be happening right now she couldn't stop herself from leaning into his embrace when he pulled her slightly closer to him. I know that you are my husband Brand, but this is just something I've never d-done and, a-and. Her words were cut off when he started to kiss his way down her throat. She felt like his tongue was fire and it was ready to take her for all she was worth. She thought she could handle it, told herself that she was to try and be brave no matter what he did to her, and when he lightly slid up her chemise she wanted to tell him it was wrong, but it didn't happen that way. When his teeth made contact with her earlobe and he began to suckle on it, she gasped a small Oh,, and it was barely audible but it was there. It caused little ripples of something she wasn't familiar with to strike her in her lower stomach, and when he pulled her against his body her legs felt so weak that she wrapped her arms around his neck from instinct. That was when she felt his manhood and she hoped her fear of it made it seem larger than it really was. tag
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

The warm, welcoming softness of her body seemed designed to yield to him. Brand craved that warmth, but not at the cost of this girl's trust. He needed more than just her body. He WANTED more than just her compliant submission. Isobel, she could feel Brand's smile against her neck as he nipped at her skin, if you wish me to stop, simply say the words. His laughter was low and hot and just a little cruel. Then he felt her arms around his neck and he simply sat down. In a moment she was engulfed in the steamy water to the neck, her thin chemise clinging to her as Brand set her on his lap. You mustn't fear me, dear heart. He took her hand in his, pressed it to his chest and held it over his heart to let her hear the slow, steady beat. His teeth gleamed in his smile. I won't bite, love. Not unless you ask, anyways. Chuckling, he bent her gently back in his arms and kissed her. In the morning, he told her softly, arms around her, cradling her against his chest, we ride north once again, to Whitecliff. The road is long, love, and my newly won seat is a cold and hard place. I am not accustomed to a soft life but if there is anything you desire, to make your life with me more comfortable... Brand trailed off and he slid his hand slowly up and down her thigh. It will not be an easy life, Isobel, he warned her, lips brushing hers. I am not an easy man. I did all but steal you from your Father's hand, as I stole the lands he now gives to me. Everything I have, I won with steel or wits. He bared his teeth and nipped her lower lip playfully. My only virtues are those of the north the strength of the bear, the cunning of the wolf, the hardness of granite and the cold of ice. The northman kissed her then, the heat of his embrace giving the lie of his words. His body moved against hers eagerly and he growled low as his hand slid between her legs and gently squeezed her inner thigh, fingernails scraping her skin. But I can learn, Isobel. He told her. If you have patience to teach me.
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The entire time he talked to her, Isobel only heard bits and pieces of what he told her. She did hear most of the important stuff, like how he wanted her to feel comfortable in their relationship and that he wanted patience with her. While she did want to to be comfortable, and be slow with him, something almost didn't want herself to be. She had a feeling he had never been like this with anyone. Of course he had been with other women, she could tell by the words he whispered to her, and the way his fingers teasingly slid over her. But she knew that had been rough sex and he had most likely never been gentle with anyone, and she was glad he was willing to learn to be patient with her because she was virgin and all of this scared her, but yet his touch also calmed her. After her husband told her of how his life was, she was intrigued at why his life wasn't soft at times. She thought that surely when he was younger there would be moments, but she didn't know what life was like where he came from and wouldn't judge him based off what she didn't know. Isobel leaned back away from him a little, and reached down to grab his hand, placing it at her hip instead. While she liked how he felt, she didn't trust herself with his already tantalizing touch. With her hands behind his head she leaned in and kissed him, lightly, with care, and then leaned back away once more. Brand, my dear husband, She told him while she looked over his face, she liked it so much better when there was no scowl upon it. I can teach you to be patient, loving and maybe keep that scowl off of your face when you are around others. I am a kind person, and I don't think I have ever been mean, so maybe I should learn how, just a little, I don't think I want to change much. She realized then that she wanted to love this man, and she wanted him to love her as well. She decided to give him a fair chance, while this marriage was forced, their love didn't have to be.
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His kisses and caresses remained gentle, and when Isobel moved his hand he let her. But he did smile and growl against her kiss, his tongue tracing her teeth. I can be patient and loving, if that is what you desire, he smiled. But only with you, Isobel. I can allow myself that much tenderness. To all others, I must remain the cold, hard warrior from the north. The barbarian and killer. His smile turned predatory, hungry and he chuckled. Fear is a tool and a weapon, Pet. I cultivate it, because fear can make a foe think twice before he strikes. They might not dare, for fear of me. Fear of me will keep you safe, Isobel. And it will protect your Father's lands from my people's raids, once I teach them to fear me as well. Laughing softly as she curled against him, his lust for her tempered by the simple warm comfort of her body against his. If you wish, heart, I can teach you to be cruel. Would you like to begin your lessons now? His fingers twined with hers and he raised them to his lips, kissing her fingertips one by one. Your claws are sharp, little kitten. You should let me feel them. He raised her hand and nuzzled against her nails, pricking them against his jaw. I could learn to savour your cruelty, Isobel. Your claws and teeth. Leaning in to kiss her, he nipped her upper lip, then her lower one in turn. I could bear those scars proudly, remembering that each one was born from my heart's passion. Brand grinned wickedly and then leaned back against the edge of the bath, eyes closing. The first lesson, Isobel my pet, he murmured, is not to fear power, but to revel in it.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Isobel liked the way her husband worded things. She knew he couldn't get rid of the scowl on his face forever but at least he had said he would try with her. She had heard many stories, and knew he could be man of cruelty and wrath, she hoped she would never see it but she feared that one day it would be inevitable, she just hoped he wouldn't let it snap and come back on her. She smiled lightly at him, her heart still pounding and her stomach fluttering from both nervousness and fear of him. She wondered how long it would take for that feeling to go away. Just being this close to him was making her body do things things she didn't understand. She squirmed against him slightly, her blush still there as she felt his manhood underneath her small chemise, one that she prayed would stay where it was and not move up any further. She leaned back against him, her body shuddering slightly at the feeling of his hard chest against her. From here she could feel his heart beat on her shoulder and it was calm. She wondered how he was so calm and could flirt with her, but she was the entire opposite. Before she asked the question she was wondering she looked over his face while his eyes were closed, took in the small laugh lines, that she wished were bigger. The long eyelashes that nearly touched his cheeks and the stubble that she actually liked. She liked the way it felt and the way it looked on the square jaw of his. Brand, how can you stay so calm? When I-I She asked him, but stopped because she started to stutter from her nervousness. The blush on her face was still there, as it had been since he had arrived and she wondered if it was starting to become permanent.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

As she squirmed, Brand's body responded and his manhood shifted against her bottom, pressing harder against the thin chemise that separated them. His low grunt surprised him, and he grinned wickedly as his hand stilled her movements. How can I stay so calm, beloved? He asked her with a low, soft laugh. Because boys in my land are taught to be as cold as ice and as hard as the mountains. Because you are my bride and it pleases me to be bold with you, as well as gentle. Because, Isobel mine, if I let myself grow excited, I could not hold such beauty so close and still be gentle. Brand's smile widened and he bent her back in his arms, kissing down her chest, his lips brushing the curves of her breasts through her chemise. He let Isobel feel his teeth, not biting but just allowing her to sense them against the sensitive peak. Looking up at her, he smiled and moved back up to kiss her lips. I am calm because I care for you, and for your good opinion of me. Brand murmured the words against her skin, and his hand caught her chemise and tensed, ripping the wet fabric at the neckline. Just a little. Just enough to show her how easily he could tear the garment away. But I am still a barbarian, still an animal. Merely tame... for now. The wicked light in his blue eyes as he straightened her garment and brushed his fingers against her lips. Your loyal hound, Isobel. Waiting to be bidden to sleep at your feet. His eyes flashed dangerously as he slipped her from his lap and stood, walking away towards the edge of the bath. Looking back over his shoulder, he smiled again, a wolf's smile. But don't wait too long, my love. Even the most loyal dog can bite, betimes. Those teeth gleamed and he climbed from the tub, muscles bunching and moving beneath his skin. His manhood stood out proudly before him, glimpsed briefly before he turned completely away from her. Naked and unashamed, he walked to where towels were folded and wrapped one about his waist, using another to dry his hair and strip the water from his skin. Glancing sidelong at her, he winked. Shall I call for more hot water for you, love? Or for a servant to bring you clothing?