Cold Comfort: Viktor and Illu (closed for HeyYoureThatGuy)

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

A small crowd had gathered on the outside edges of the greenhouse. Had Viktor truly been dishonoring his marriage, there would be plenty of witnesses to alert the Queen. Viktor barely noticed them as his knees buckled. He fell backward, the impact driving him into Illu deep as he could go, and he came hard, filling her almost instantly. He let her collapse onto his chest. Carefully he pulled her off his still very hard cock, more of his seed dribbling on to his stomach.

With the last bit of presence of mind, he gave Illu's so recently reamed ass one hard spanking.

"And that's for leading me astray, you slut."

Then he laughed.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu came again when her husband’s knees gave out, the force of his cock embedded inside her making her shiver another time, but it was weaker than her first. That was marvelous game. She had to wonder who won though, and didn’t notice the perverted crowd that had gathered around her new greenhouse to see the King and Queen “break it in.”

She giggled when he teased her for her game, and cried out softly at the crack of his hand on her bottom. It left a Viktor-sized hand shaped welt on her pale skin.

“I didn’t know Master had such a weakness for elven girls.” She teased back. “Lead you astray indeed. Did you like the elven slut I recently hired to collect samples?”

She looked up at him mischievously her small body lying completely on his, the perverted audience clearly seeing her bottom hole dribble out globs of his seed.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor would often enjoy watching his wife work in her greenhouse, and he donated whenever she asked.

They made trips to visit elf nobles, and they did bring generals to meet their unwed daughters. Illu, who had been so scandalized about leaving the city in the Cum Carriage, now wore clothes that scandalized some of the elves who had ridden in it regularly before Viktor seized it.

They kept trying to produce an heir out of duty, love, and pleasure. And though they tried often and vigorously, Viktor seed wouldn’t take in the fertile womb of his bride. It was to be expected. It had taken Viktor’s mother, who had giant blood in her, years to conceive. For some reason beyond his understanding, giant blood resisted mixing. But they kept trying.

As the greenhouse started to bear a ‘fruit,’ there were reports of strange deaths on the western border. The cause stymied even the best Dryger healers in the region. But their Queen might be able to figure it out.

Leaving the fortress in Marthe’s capable hands, Viktor and Illu set off west with a small contingent of soldiers.

 

[faerun_girl]

The hired elf maiden designated to collect samples readily offered her services to the King whenever he wanted to donate to the Queen. She was always punished thoroughly for some reason.

Illu and Viktor unwittingly player matchmaker to a lot of couples that were now in various language lessons and courtship rituals across the two kingdoms. The inter marriages had begun already on the borders, and Illu swiftly sent supplies and other incentives to others who chose brides or grooms from the other kingdom.

Illu wanted to wear something modest when meeting with elven nobles but Viktor didn’t want her to hide, and after many arguments, making up, and outfit deliberations they arrived at decisions they were both happy with. They still declined a ride in the Duke’s new carriage.

Illu wanted to study her physical compatibility with Viktor and examine herself, but it was uncharted territory. If she were pregnant her magic could harm the child. But she could only examine the child with magic if they did exist. The next time they would find themselves in the capital she would seek out an expert opinion. The plants for increasing fertility would soon bloom in her greenhouse, so those may help her conceive.

Nonetheless, it was very enjoyable to keep trying. She would look back on these idyllic, wonderful months many times soon.

When reports of a strange illness cropped up, though, that featured the black innards and extremely swift death from ingestion, something crept up Illu’s spine. It wasn’t the luxurious feeling of her husband’s large hand trailing his fingers along her pale, perfect skin.

It was like something had walked over a grave with her name on it—no matter she was alive and well, spending every single night nestled against her Warchief wherever they managed to find a bed.

They were on their way to examine the bodies, and Illu had told them to pack the corpses with ice. She hoped they would keep. When they get to their destination, she would unstopper the blood she drew from her husband months ago on her desperate flight to the fortress. It sat magically sealed at the bottom of her personal satchel for their journey.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Illu's orders on how to preserve the bodies were sent by crows or hawks to the outlying region. Luckily, ice was something they had in abundant supply in the north.

Some of the bodies hadn't been preserved soon enough. While it was unlucky for those struck down after the instructions arrived, it did mean that the bodies were almost instantly put on ice so that Illu could examine them.

The deaths were very similar to what would have happened to Viktor if the elven healer hadn't acted quickly. But what she saw now was worse. It was like someone was perfecting the poison—making it more potent. Some bodies didn't appear to have any cuts or punctures where the poison might have entered the bloodstream.

The western lands border orc territory. Though the Dryger and orcs had battled on and off for years, but it was more like bloodsport than actual wars. The idea they start using something like this baffled many Dryger. Though, ever since the war began with the elves, the orcs backed off. Some thought of it as a blessing, but maybe they were saving their troops for something later.

And if the orcs made the poison, how did Oris, Viktor's rouge general, end up with it? And who removed all trace of the ambush?

There were a lot of unanswered questions. Viktor didn't like unanswered questions, especially when his wife was involved. He relaxed some when they were in the fortress, happily fucking each other's brains out, but now he could feel the battle senses returning. Every snapped twig could be troops moving in for the kill. Ever animal sound actually a signal to begin the assault.

The farmer turned fighter turned warchief turned conqueror turned lover didn't want to go back. But the conflict was coming. Viktor could feel it in his bones.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu asked her husband to accompany her on the investigation, mostly to translate. Her Dryger was on the level of a child, and there was no time to waste with this matter. Everything had to take a backseat--even their trying for an heir. Both she and Viktor possessed that preternatural ability of a leader to feel the winds of change. Whatever this was, it was just the beginning, and though they did not know it at the time, they were already holding onto each other desperately.

She wanted no doubt cast on the source of the poison. This would be documented and witnessed. Representatives from Bast-Galarion and Dryger had descended on the Western border to see the bodies and watch the Queen determine the source.

Her lip curled knowing her Uncle was cowering back in Bast-Galarion, only sending his trusted delegates which she had already won over by saying her husband would kill them and seize their family's property if they did not pledge their allegiance to her. She had no plans to upset her Uncle's position as was part of the treaty, but they were fair game. She treated well the nobility who were courting or being courted by Dryger in an unsubtle show of favor.

She had forgone her husband's favorite outfit and dressed in her healer's robes, which the elven delegates had brought with them. The outfit clung to her, almost indecently, and the familiar weight of her chirurgeon's toolbelt brought her back to her days as a maiden. Her heavy layers of hair were piled in a tight bun that aged her face.

Everyone in that room was taller than her--even the dead Dryger.

With one wave of her hand, she sealed the examination room from sound and magical prying.

Using a spell to create scalpels out of energy, she used it to slice the freshest victim of the "disease" they could find, and for a moment she was back on that lonely mountain pass, a man's eyeballs melted into the snow as she spent a year of her life to bring her husband back from the brink.

But the steady heat of Viktor's presence behind her brought her back just as quickly. There was no other place she would rather be than his side.

Just as she expected, the necrosis was vicious, and affected the heart and lungs the worst. This man, though, did not have wounds, and he had simply collapsed. How did the poison get inside him?

She summoned the vial of Viktor's blood to float above her head where everyone could see and she called their attention to it. Then she loosened her left palm to collect blood in the corpse's chest cavity. The ice and weather had done a wonderful job to preserve this one, and the diaphragm of the Dryger flooded with blood. She closed her fist, and the blood formed a ball above her, next to the vial.

She closed her other fist, and the vial broke in two, releasing Viktor's blood. The two globes looked identical, and she murmured a spell.

Then she was sure. Same compound, but the newer sample was more virulent. And was probably inhaled.

The looks on the Dryger and elf faces were both of horror as she explained how badly Viktor was injured, and that she was probably the only healer who could heal anyone that had this "disease" which she suspected was a poison. And she could only heal them by raw magic. To her husband, this meant her own life span was the treatment. There was no cure, no antidote.

She let the globs of blood fall into the man's open chest cavity. Her hand passed over it to seal him up again, and she bowed to the corpse in thanks.

"The substances share the same base. One is just ingested, while the High King's was delivered through an arrow. There are just three people in Bast-Galarion who can make this poison from plant to product: me, and two others in the Academy.

"But over the border, the Orcs have shamans aplenty who are versed in this. It is not subtle and it is their brand of attack. I move to interrogate myself, and the two other healers at the Academy on this poison immediately.

"Everyone who was in contact with the deceased persons must be taken in and examined. They could have been poisoned but survived. I require ten elven healers for this task."

She looked back at her husband, hoping he approved of her statement, and that they shared the sense of conflict coming to shatter their hard-won peace.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

People were quick to obey the Queen's orders. Anyone who hesitated only had a moment before a look from Viktor told them to move or else. Viktor understood farmer, killing, and was learning about ruling. When it came to these matters, he was a smart enough man to know Illu would lead.

"I'll have the other two brought to the fortress. Do you need me to have the bodies crated up for us to take back with us?"

 

[faerun_girl]

“No, my King, that’s not necessary. I trust the healers to examine them as well.” She smiled up at him as the delegates filed out of them room when she lowered the wards. She’d seen enough from Viktor’s blood and the new sample. They were developing something and that was worse. Just a bit more and that disease would be a weapon.

Illu sighed. Only months away from memories of her first wedding, which signaled the end of the last war, and another was looming on the horizon.

“You need spies.” She murmured to him. “Pay the ones you have a bonus. And hire more. I will enchant the money so it burns if they betray you.”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor had a network of spies already, but if Illu believed they needed more, they needed more.

He let her enchant the money and tell them what to look for. If any of them had harbored doubts about the peace with elves, either the might of the Queen or the shadow of impending war kept them on task... at least for now.

Viktor could be a warrior and a general. But this part of battle, the things leading up to war—this was a part here he again left to his wife. When the war had started with the elves, he'd been a farmer and had planned to keep being a farmer.

Getting swept up in a war that was already underway was an entirely different matter than preparing for a new one. Even though Viktor hated the thought of a new war, if one was looming, he was glad to have Illu by his side. She was born for this leadership, which made her submission to him all the sweeter. He knew what power she had. As quickly as she had healed him, she could have ended him, but when he told her to get on her knees and suck his cock, she did it.

 

[faerun_girl]

They rode back home now, with Illu tucked safely against Viktor's body. She longed to just take her clothes off and close off the world at their chambers. Just seal the two of them inside and let the world burn--but she knew she wasn't made that way. As much as she wanted to exist in this bubble of happiness she found after she was exchanged as breeding cattle in their peace treaty, she couldn't do it. She hoped Viktor understood.

She was already laying plans for supply lines and triage, thinking where to evacuate border towns and put them to work with supplies. But her husband's warmth was inviting on their cold ride. Usually, he was very tense when they went out, probably because of the ambush, but with a contingent of soldiers with them, there was less danger.

She had already asked for Master Zymon and Cathal to be taken to the fortress. She supposed she would interrogate them, but what about her? A slow smile spread across her face.

"My King," she began sweetly, hoping to have a little break from the intensity of preparing while waiting for information from his spy network. "Who is going to interrogate me?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor's mind was somewhere else. He was thinking about fortifications and troop movements...and feeding his people if they lost the fertile lands to the west.

He hadn't heard his wife when he cried, "HALT!"

"I need to ride half a day south. You will get the Queen back to the fortress. I will continue alone."

Victor began to climb down from his horse, ready to take Illu down and put her on another.

 

[faerun_girl]

The smile fell from her face and she narrowed her eyes at him. “Where are you going, my King?”

She was already annoyed that he didn’t hear her, and now he wanted to leave her?! She crossed her arms as she sat atop his horse.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Victor sighed. It was a sad sigh with years of loss behind it.

"Home."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu felt all the fight leave her, then looked at her husband. If he wanted to see the Dowager and the old Warchief, then he should have just said so. She had assumed that he needed to speak to his parents, and she was afraid to ask about them. Perhaps they were not on good terms? She didn't want to ask Marthe or gossip about her Master.

He didn’t have to send her away. She suppressed the stupid hurt she felt at his kneejerk reaction to needing to go home and leave her out.

She beckoned the commander of the unit they were with and tried to convey that they should wait for them at the nearest town on the Queen’s coin. She looked down at her husband who seemed lost in his thoughts and she sighed.

“It’s about time too, I thought you’d never introduce me to your parents, Master. That ashamed of me?”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

After his family's farm was burned to the ground by elves, he'd never returned to the place. He'd never had cause to, and his battles never took him to the southwestern part of Dryger lands. But this was the closest he been since Illu's uncle, Dorian, started the war.

He didn't know if anyone had claimed the land, tilled the soil, or if the elves had made that impossible by magical or mundane needs. There were plenty of ways to spoil land so that nothing would grow there—at least not in the relatively short lifespan of a human, even one with giant-blood in his veins.

He wondered how many of the trees he'd climbed as a child still stood, or if the river that ran through the center of their land was still the foulest tasting water that ever existed, but was excellent for watering crops. He knew every stone of that land, at least as it had been before the war.

He had to see it one last time before it could be seized by orcs in the battles to come.

Viktor wanted to tell her there, so she'd understand, but he held it back. He wasn't sure he could have this conversation. The thought brought back the sting he felt when he first met her and the memories of what her people did.

Victor mounded the horse. He uncommunicative the whole ride there. His mind was too preoccupied to give more than a few grunts.

When they arrived, it was tipping towards dusk. As they rode past the burned-out footprint of the barn, Victor touched his left shoulder. He'd gotten that burn scar while trying to free his parents from the burning wreckage. Victor remained somberly silent. The fields were taken over by thick, thorny plants that bore no fruit. It wasn't something Viktor had seen before, so he assumed they were placed there by the elves to make it impossible to plant crops. Time and weather had rounded the splintered boards of the shattered house.

He guided the horse to a small hill where two stone cairns, one larger than the other, had been built. Viktor took his Little Princess of the horse, set her on the ground, and said, "Mom. Dad. This is my wife, Queen Illuminata d'Glast."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu wondered why Viktor’s parents weren’t living at the fortress. Despite the fact that he has had every hole in her body repeatedly, she was careful not to ask about his parents. She didn’t like it when people asked about hers either. So she tried to cast levity, but her husband seemed to get more somber by the mile as they rode on to his parents’ estate.

She knew he was a farmer and that he came from peasant stock. Was she ever thankful for the stock that produced her large husband who seemed to never tire of her or their pleasure. But she saw the change come over him as the countryside became quiet and ruins of farm houses came into view. Less people met them on the road until she was sure they were the only ones for miles.

She didn’t bother Viktor with chatter or questions, instead choosing to lean against him, her hand laid on his sternum.

When they turned away from the main road, she perked up, her ears twitching, and she surveyed their path.

She wouldn’t think that there was a farm area here, as the place was thick with Widow thorns, untended, meaning they were potent. The healer in her wanted to stop and harvest, but perhaps on the way back.

He lead her past scenes of blasted houses and burnt fields. She knew the scars of spellblast. She didn’t feel ashamed as she was too young at the time to stop this, but she already knew that she would have this area cleaned and fixed. Reparations to the Dryger people needed to be made.

She already knew what she would find at the end of this journey.

Then Viktor pulled her up a hill and down to a quaint space that seemed peaceful despite the blackened farms surrounding it. There she saw the two cairns and that they were untended. Typical. She could have come every month to see this cleaned if only he told her.

I’ll let her husband set her down and heard him introduce her name along with a curt greeting in Drageri. She understood the cursory handfasting but leaving ancestors’ graves untended!

She swept her cloak behind her and chose a spot before the two cairns, and sank to the ground in her deepest bow, her forehead touching the ground as her fingertips rested on the dirt in front of her.

“Esteemed Father, Honored Mother. I am your daughter-in-law, Illuminata d’Glast. Thank you for welcoming me into your family.”

She rose gracefully, and began to remove the weeds growing on the stones with her bare hands, kneeling to clear debris and using her own cloak to wipe away bird droppings and such. She spoke to them while her stoic husband stood to the side disrespecting his own parents.

“I apologize that I have not been by to tend to your resting place. Your son had forgotten, but that is no excuse. Please do not visit us in wrath.

“Your son is High King of Bast-Galarion now, and has come to visit you to introduce me. I am the daughter of King—King Brishen and Queen Ildiko. You may have heard them as the predecessors of King Darion. I was a very willing bride and I love him very much. Please do not worry about him anymore as I will make sure to take care of him in your stead.”

Illu used a spell her mother taught her to make grass and low flowers grow, and she closed her fist as she pushed the magic into the ground. Slowly, shoots broke through the ground and began to cover the desolate patch with green. In a week it would look very beautiful.

She tried not to think about how she didn’t even have graves to visit, but was thankful that Viktor had his. The Spirits were still merciful.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor watched his wife tend the graves he dared not visit until now. He didn't know it at the time, but he was waiting for this love of an elven princess to bloom enough that it could quell the rage in his heart.

It was still there. It probably always would be. But because of Illu, he didn't hate the elves. He'd learned to love her people through her. He hated Darion. He preferred hating one man to hating a whole people.

But had he come too soon, had he not fallen hopelessly in love with his Little Princess, coming here, seeing the aftermath would have been enough for him to pick up his war hammer again.

When she was done, he picked Illu up and said, "Thank you. I couldn't have been able to come back here without you."

In the dying light of the sun, if Illu looked at her stone-faced husband, she might have seen the tears.

"When this is all over, whatever is happening with the orcs, if we still hold this land and if we can find a way to till the soil again, I want to raise our children here."

He let out a deep sigh. But unlike the one that had started this journey, this breath didn't reveal a burden. It released one.

"Now, let's find a room at the nearest inn and try to make those children."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu was praying silently to her own parents to meet up with Viktor's so they could comfort each other as they waited for their turn in the future, when she felt her husband pick her up, her legs dangling.

"You're welcome, Master." she said, unaware of how dark a path he could have tread, or that she could have ended up underneath his war hammer if they were not forced to marry. She shuddered to think that in another world, maybe she wouldn't be with Viktor, and it was truly frightening.

Illu found that she would not mind living on a farm with her husband and their children. Although she might need more servants than the average farmer's wife. She hoped Viktor wouldn't mind.

"How many children would you like, Master?" she whispered in his ear as he carried her back to the horse. "How often do you want me pregnant with your child?"

He held her close, and she didn't comment on the dampness of his cheeks, but she did lick his face like the little slut he always told her she was. She hoped seeing his parents' graves cheered him up.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"How many children would you like, Master? How often do you want me pregnant with your child?"

"At least two. And as often as possible."

Viktor rode with his bride to a little town that was to the north-east. It was fully dark when they arrived, but there were still people milling about. People nodded as they passed. Some even called out Viktor's name and waved at him. They reached the inn and a short, for a Dryger, man sat by the door with a ledger in front of him

Illu's Drygeri was getting better, but they were speaking so fast it was hard to keep up. It was apparent they knew each other. A small child, no older than six, clung to the man's pant leg and gawked at Illu. She said something to Viktor, and Illu could catch the word "pretty."

Viktor got on one knee and whispered something in the girl's ear. Then the little girl looked at Illu and said, "You are very pretty, Queen Illuminata," in slightly mangled elvish. Then the girl fled back behind the man.

Viktor and the man laughed. Viktor then took his Little Princess by the hand and led her upstairs to a modest room with a bed that he'd have to sleep with his feet dangling off the end.

"Cute child," Viktor said. "Let try making one of our own."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu's practiced smile was in full use when her husband decided to take her to his hometown, which was as quaint as it could get. She could picture a young Viktor living an idyllic life, perhaps flirting with farm girls and even the bar maid, who eyed him appreciatively.

She cursed that one with acne for a fortnight when the woman passed close enough to touch.

But when the prettiest Dryger child told her she was beautiful in broken elven, her heart warmed, and she replied in Drageri, "And you will grow to be prettier than me, little plum blossom." It's what her mother used to call her.

Well, she hoped that's what she said. Still, she plucked a dangling hairpin from her complex hairstyle and handed it to the small child.

Then her husband's large hand took her into a quaint inn room that had Illu giggling at the sight of the bed. Maybe if she slept on top of him and he lay diagonally they would fit.

"I suppose you used this room with your wenches when you were...a wee lad?" she couldn't help herself, and tried to stifle her laughter, which were slowly getting out of control. Still, the thought of her getting her hands on a younger Viktor made her blush, thinking of how she would have taken advantage of him and seduced him away from the Dryger females.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"And you big to be prettier than me, little plum plant." Illu's Drageri was getting better, but she still had some work to do. Viktor still struggled to read elvish, so he couldn't really judge.

When they got up to the room, he replied to his wife, "Most of the time, I was rutting in fields and haylofts. I only took the special ones here." Then he got on his knees so he could whisper in her ear. "A bed makes it easier to tie a woman down."

 

[faerun_girl]

“My big strong farmboy thinks I’m pretty special then since you brought me all the way to the inn.” She looked up at him with mischievous eyes, sensing the turn in his mood. Her slit dampened at the thought of being restrained, and she still marveled at how they never seemed to tire of lovemaking even if they did it several times a day.

“And how special does that make me, Master?” She asked, turning towards him and wrapping her arms about his neck, pressing her body to his.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor began to undress Illu. His fingers were so big that it had taken him a lot of practice to be able to remove her more delicate clothing, especially the items that had belonged to her mother. But after so many opportunities to do it, he could now quickly remove even her most complicated garments.

He thought about their first day together when he'd torn the back of her kimono off her. A subtle smile broke out on his lips. He set her clothes aside, and then all the gentleness was gone. He picked up his bride in one hand and fished out a coiled length of soft hemp rope.

Never know when you're going to need it.

"Though, I didn't always tie them to the bed. Cast your spell now because you're about to lose the use of your hands and mouth."

He began to wind the rope in crisscrossing patterns around her body, winding it a little tighter around her small breasts until the stood out more and started to turn a reddish-purple. He guided rope between her thighs until the one strand lay on either side of her slit.

"Any last words?" he said, wrapping a section of rope into a gag and securing it in her mouth. She'd be able to make a few guttural sounds, but coherent speak would be impossible. Though her ability to speak was sometimes already compromised by the pleasure of vigorous sex.

He bound her hands behind her back. Then he tied her calves to her thighs and spread her trussed up legs wide. She was held almost entirely immobile as he looped the rope around a sturdy beam that supported the ceiling.

Then he pulled her off the ground until her pussy was level with where his cock would be. Viktor undressed and then kissed her forehead before slowly rotating her around.

Her spell, her amazing, allowed him to enter her tiny body without injuring her. He began using her roughly and selfishly, watching her stomach bulge as the head of his cock pushed it up in the middle of the diamond shape crisscrosses of rope.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu initially thought he would simply tie her to the posts of the bed, or just restrain her hands behind her back. But when her husband asked her to cast her spell (which she did now, wordlessly), she found herself quickly enveloped with too many loops of rope, that begun to press into her pale, creamy skin. There was pressure on her skin and she had to alter her breathing a bit to stave off some panic.

"M--Master, what are you doing...?" she asked tentatively, as she watched the muscles in her husband's arms as he looped more and more rope in an intricate way around her. He'd never seemed more dangerous to her than this moment.

Her cold, taciturn Master didn't bother answering her, and her pupils dilated as he made her bite on the rope. She swallowed her own spit, then felt her arms and hands secured behind her. He spread her wide, but not uncomfortably, and then her legs met her thighs tightly. She was wide open.

She looked up as he looped the rope to a sturdy beam above them, then yelped behind the gag as she was hoisted up. She slipped into subspace.

She wanted to beg him to let her down, to stop, that this was too much. She wanted to move, to speak, to leave these ropes--and she certainly could, especially if she cut through with magic.

But she wouldn't. The audacity of her husband to not even ask her about this left her breathless, and she was half mad that he kept it from her. He must have trussed up quite a lot of Dryger women like this, since he was so good at it.

She was glad she gave the barmaid acne then.

She was still trying to overcome the feeling of being immobilized in the air, trussed up helplessly, when she felt her husband kiss her forehead then spin her around. Like this, she couldn't do anything, and all she could do was accept his cock.

She didn't bother swallowing her saliva, and when he slipped into her soft, pink place, she moaned behind the gag. It didn't take long until her husband began to use her, the ropes framing her pussy pressing in tenderly, and her breasts thrust out of the loops, his eyes transfixed on the diamond-shaped space on her stomach that bulged with each thrust.

His hands didn't even have to press on her hips. He didn't even have to hold her. And like this, Illu could see every muscle on his chest and arm flex as she whimpered pitifully behind the gag, her saliva dripping down the side of her face, her dark hair long enough for the tips to graze the bed beneath them.

And it didn't take long until Illu felt the pressure in her core to build, spilling over, and she truly tried to break free on her own just before she climaxed. Her whimpers became desperate and she screamed high, her eyes rolling back, her pussy spasming around him as she squirted onto his abdomen.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Victor wasn't sure how much of what gushed out of his tiny wife from him or her.

He took a second to recover and then carefully unwound his wife until she was free. He laid her on the bed, massaging the rope lines out of her skin.

"My Little Princess, I'd forgotten how much I enjoy that. Thank you."