Thread: A Kingdom for a Song (Wade Amore/Mim)

I'm not skeered , Innis insisted, jerking her head back when Cyneric brushed his thumb against her cheek. Creepy fella, this one. I just don't want ye ta hurt me. I've heard it hurts the first time. These times would be the highlight of her day, indeed. As if she'd never had an orgasm before! Her irritation was put on hold, however, when she stepped into the room. Innis's entire family could have lived quite comfortably in this single room, and maybe even brought the pigs inside for the winter. The cavernous bedroom had an enormous canopied four-poster at one end and a settee at the other. A vanity with a stool was set against one wall, alongside a wardrobe larger than one she ever thought she would need. One section of the wall opposite the door was nothing but widows. A room like this, she'd never have to leave except to make food! Innis had thought that her room the previous night was large, but this was absolutely cavernous. This was a house secreted away within the castle. Cyneric's voice brought her back to herself and she remembered to be irritated. She tried not to look quite so amazed at the idea of having even more clothes made for her. Her entire life, Innis had only ever had one dress at a time, usually hand-me-downs from her mother. As a child she'd worn the same one until her body had grown so much it strained the seams. Now that she had stopped growing, the dirty dress with its tattered hem that she had arrived in had been her only clothes for several years. She had figured on a new dress befitting a princess, and maybe a wedding dress... But did she really need anything more than that? Horses? Innis barely noticed her new husband disrobing and made no move to unclothe herself. What sort of horses? Her family had a draft horse named Hubert who was a gentle, patient creature and easily her favorite animal on the farm. I'll make sure your new life here fits you better than your old life did, Cyneric promised with a smile as he stepped closer. She tried to step away, but he already had his arms around her waist. There was no where to run to, anyway. He pressed a kiss to her lips, but she barely returned it. My life fit me just fine, thank ye very much, she said once he'd pulled away. I'm the wee sacrificial lamb, lamb. Still, sacrificial lamb or not he was her husband now. Fortunately, despite being a virgin her life had been such that she wasn't totally devoid of skill. With a sigh she opened his smallclothes and slid her hand in to grip his shaft. The closer he was when he finally decided to consummate, the quicker it would be. She just had to think of Lachlan, that was all. Think of Lachlan and it wouldn't be quite so terrible. Pretend it was her wedding night with Lachlan--everyone had been expecting him to come to her father any day, when the council had made their decision--and it might even be a little enjoyable if her husband wasn't as insufferable as he first seemed. There were certainly differences between him and her childhood sweetheart that she noticed as she slid her hand up his shaft and over his head. But perhaps she could ignore those. Lachlan had been saving up, bartering with other clans, and planning on bringing her father a great shaggy cow. Innis wondered idly what the king had given her father that could have possibly been better than a cow. Y'like it like this? she asked softly, aware that her new in-laws and half the court was on the other side of the door. She flicked her thumb over his head. Big lad, aren't ye? It wasn't the most enthusiastic dirty talk she'd ever done, but maybe it would make him at least a wee bit more concerned about her pleasure when the time came.