Cold Comfort: Viktor and Illu (closed for HeyYoureThatGuy)

[faerun_girl]

Illu was insensate from the glorious helpless pounding her husband gave her, and the way the ropes were soft but pressed into her was nothing like she ever experienced in her entire life. Not that she had any experience before Viktor, but she needed a few days to process what he had just done to her.

She needed to catch her breath, and finally relaxed her muscles when the ropes were unwound from her. Her pale, creamy skin was lined with soft, red marks from where the rope pressed, and her cunny was delightfully tender. She hissed, realizing that she would feel the ghosts of the restraints for days.

"Master, how long have we been married?" she panted out, her breasts rising and falling. Her eyes narrowed at him even as he massaged the slight ache from her thighs.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"A little over two months, my Little Princess."

Viktor continued to massage his wife's delicate frame with his powerful hands.

 

[faerun_girl]

Her eyes narrowed further at his answer, which was correct. What he was doing was heavenly, and it almost made her her forgive him.

Almost.

"And how young were you since you started doing that sort of thing with other women?" her question was quite telling, as she considered even his past lovers as 'other women'.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor started to think he knew where this conversation was going. His tone got stern, but his touch remained gentle, "I was 18, but all those other women before you were practice. Need I remind you, before the war, I was a farm boy and didn't think I'd need to save myself for the love of my life."

 

[faerun_girl]

She began to pout in earnest, her bottom lip prominent in her dismay.

“And is there not a high sturdy beam above our very own bed in our chambers back at the fortress, Oh High King Farm Boy?”

She fumed some more. While it would have been nice to be the only woman who had carnal knowledge of her husband, he had actually been doing this at 18!

And he chose to build her a greenhouse BEFORE attaching ropes to the beam of their chamber?!

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor cracked a smile. "So, I guess that means my Little Princess liked being completely tied up?" He let out a breath. "You must forgive me. You were far too distracting to remember every trick I know. I'm sure I still have surprises in store for you."

He kissed her. "And if you're a good Little Princess, I might tie you up again when we get home. There are so many different positions I can put you it."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu finally had a smile for him, but he was very much not off the hook for keeping this delightful activity from her. She was distracting, wasn’t she?

“How often did you indulge in this ‘practice’ then, Master?” She raised an eyebrow. “During your spry farm boy past?”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Not nearly as often as I would have liked. It was hard to find a woman with enough stamina for it."

He grinned at her. "None of the women before you could endure the full force of my strength. I always had to hold back. But not with you."

 

[faerun_girl]

“Well these women lacking in stamina have nothing to worry about.” She let him massage and caress her while her ire was still there, but as she predicted, her husband was good at getting himself out of altercations with her by simply being himself. "Unless they show their faces to me."

"Then they simply won't have any faces to worry about, don't you think?" a satisfied smile graced Illu's features.

“And how does that go for you, Master? That you don’t have to hold back with me?” She felt her eyelids become heavy from fatigue and his ministrations. Just thinking about how a future with Viktor and children on a quiet farm filled her with hope, despite the storm she knew was coming.

“I love you, Master.” She said softly, having secured his promise to have rope installed in their bedchamber.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Victor laughed as she threatened his past lovers. He knew she could, though he wasn't entirely sure if she would or not. It'd be best to leave town early in the morning to avoid the possibility of running into any of them. While the women he slept with in town were never nobles—Dryger didn't have nobles, they were merchants daughters who could afford to sleep a little later.

"I love you, Little Princess, and that you've given me a way I can fully enjoy sex without restraint." He smiled at his unintentional wordplay. "Before you, my pleasure was measured and deaden because I was worried I'd maim some poor farm girl or merchant daughter. But my Little Princess has given me a great gift."

He had praised her for this before, and would

"I love you, my Little Princess."

Sleep in such a small bed was difficult, but it did help that Viktor could sleep with Illu on his chest without issue.

They rejoined the troops mid-morning and continued their journey back to the fortress.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu was woken up a bit earlier that she usually was when she wasn’t gathering herbs. She thought her husband had trouble sleeping in such a small bed that he wanted to get home immediately. They made one last stop at his parents’ graves so she could say they were leaving and were soon back at their fortress by noon.

The Queen was then notified that the healers she requested to be interrogated had been delivered as requested, and that they were demanding to be released. The Dryger had taken it upon themselves to imprison the Master Healer and anSenior Healer in the dungeons. Her initial reaction would be to get angry since that was not her intention. But she decided that she could use it to her advantage.

She went to her husband with her plan.

“We will make it seem like we are at odds over this matter and that I am an ally. Prepare the best two guest bedrooms and I will throw a tantrum. You need to appear like you are helpless to me Master and I will speak to them. They must remain separated. Can we do that Master?”

She sat pensively in their chambers, suspecting that one of these healers was involved, but unsure who it was.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor smiled. "My Little Princess, when it comes to matters like these, I'll leave it in your capable hands. How at odds? Should I use my big scary Dryger war chief voice? Tell you no, I won't allow it? Storm off angry? This time, my Little Princess, you get to be in control. What do you need me to do."

He felt weird about this, but when it came to anything statecraft related, he knew she was the one to lead.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu smiled sweetly at him. Her husband wasn’t afraid to tell her that she was better at ferreting information out of elves since she was an elf herself. But she could use an argument to make it seem she was a safe haven for the collaborator of the poison if they played their cards right.

She pulled him to the front of one guest room. She whispered “Act like you don’t want me to talk to the elves.”

Then she took a step back, and stamped her foot, and gave her husband the most belligerent face she could manage. “You are being mean and a barbarian! Why can’t I speak to them?! They’re healers like me!”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor put on his best angry face, which was difficult as he watched his wife regress to the petulant little girl she'd been only two months ago.

"Elves. Can't. Be. Trusted. I used to think you were the exception. But now that you want me to take it easier on your friends, I'm not. So. SURE. Maybe, if you want to speak with them so badly, you can join them in their cells." He breathed deeply and then shouted, "They might like the company."

 

[faerun_girl]

“They’re not my friends! They are esteemed healers in Bast-Galarion and you are being a thorough brute! Leave me alone you monster!”

Then Illu activated her magic in her hand and hit her husband’s arm as hard as she could, healing him at the same time and removing pain.

She didn’t know that it was a total waste of magic to do so, since her normal strength barely registered with Viktor, but that was beside the point. “Hit me.” She mouthed to him.

The violence would seal the charade and she’d be able to suss out the traitor if they knew she and Viktor were not agreeable to one another.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor hadn't expected this. He almost told Illu no. He didn't like the idea of hurting her like this, but it was too late now. He said she was in charge here.

Beyond the sexual gratification, spanking her had given him a good gauge of how much of his strength he could use on her safely. He didn't have the option of 'healing' his blow as his wife had. He aimed for an audible smacking sound and enough to make it so she wouldn't have to try too hard to cry as he backhanded her across the face. It'd bruise, but she'd heal that.

"I'm done with you." He stormed off. When he reached the end of the hall, he turned, one last time to make sure she was alright. "I want you out of my sight, got it?"

 

[faerun_girl]

Much later, Illu would be able to think about how her ill-conceived plan and his backhand felt, but at the moment, it was more important to find out how far this collusion went. She was sure that her uncle was included in that little scheme to kill them days after their marriage, but if her husband was going to fight a war for his and her people, she would not let him do it with a knife aimed at his back.

She'd take that knife, gouge out her Uncle's eye with it then heal him just so she could do it again.

She let herself feel the sting, and her eyes watered while her chest felt tight. Before she lost her nerve, she went to see Cathal first. After him, Master Nath.

She hoped she wouldn't have to ask Viktor to hit her again. And that he would tell her he loved her the soonest time possible.

But now, it was time to prepare her husband for war.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor went to their chambers and waited. He'd looked back, and she had been conscious, so he assumed she would be fine. But it ate at him. He wanted to send Marthe to check on her, but for her rouse to work, she had to appear to exist in enemy territory.

He paced the room until he heard the door open. He rushed to Illu and picked her up. "Are you okay? Did I hurt too badly?

 

[faerun_girl]

“Master Nath created the poison and that hid your general Oris and the man I injured. He is working directly under my Uncle.” She ran into his arms the moment she saw him, completely forgetting to heal her bruised face, the capillaries under her cheekbone, right eye and some of her forehead hemorrhaging.

She looked like a woman that was beaten by her husband, but she clung to him tightly. She unknowingly pressed her injured side to his chest, and winced. Her hand immediately came up to heal it.

“No Master, it’s all right.” She smiled up at him. “It’s just like when you punish me. Like you said, I can take it.”

While Cathal, who was younger than her and studied after she left the Academy, she had to placate him for the tougher treatment. But once he saw her face, he immediately lost all his fight and became a healer through and through. It was easy to see that while he was capable of creating the poison, he still lived up to the oath he took to do no harm. He may bluster and even be a bit racist against Dryger, but he wouldn’t use his skills to hurt.

Master Nath, on the other hand, simply watched her face, and didn’t bother to help her when she lied that Viktor had forbidden her from healing herself. He expressed disgust at how she was treated, but mostly as a Princess, and not as his student. That she would have to “whore herself out” to the Dryger to secure peace was an insult to the throne.

She felt the tug of a goal she didn’t know, the loose thread of a web that surely lead back to her Uncle’s throne. If she pulled, she may find her way back, or get caught.

But Viktor’s backhand kept her safe. She prodded at him, and found that his was just one scheme that’s had failed. The Dryger were being held in the Academy of all places, in the basement that served to the corpses for surgery practice in stasis.

This was the first time anyone in that faction penetrated Viktor’s fortress, however. He wanted to stay to deliver information. Illu could not let him, but she needed her husband to decide what to do.

“Do we kill him now, Master? Or do we send him back with false information?”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Please, never make me have to do that again," he said, brushing her cheek as her magic made the bruising melt away.

"False information could also help us uncover other conspirators. But the priority has to be keeping our people safe. Luckily, killing your uncle will solve part of that problem. But we need to make sure that we have someone or someones we can trust to take his position. Are there any elves you think you can trust to take the job of Steward after we execute Darion."

 

[faerun_girl]

"Who do we know is terrified of us and doesn't care for elves?" then a smile spreads on Illu's face as she realizes that she had a spare steward lying around who would not be swayed or even understand petty elf grievances that would lose them another war--General Corvus, The One-Armed.

"I think if we install him as steward with some of your trusted soldiers he will do well. And proximity to an elven wife may give him enough courage to ask me to fix his arm." she giggled, glad to have solved a problem at least in the planning phase.

Illu had made it a point to be nice to the previously-unknown warrior that she and her husband mutilated that first time they appeared as a married couple. He'd learned his lesson, and she was intrigued if he would ask her to fix his backwards-attached arm if she presented him enough opportunity to do so.

He had been unfailingly respectful, and even went with them on one of many trips to Bast-Galarion as an escort and guest to various elven noble Houses. She believed he was interested in an elf maiden younger than her, who had a knack for illusions.

Illu felt that the Dryger culture was more suited to her, as their main currency was violence. Short of death, Viktor and Illu's capacity for inflicting and healing violence was unprecedented. Which meant she could transcend the language barrier by simply mutilating someone then putting them back together.

And Viktor could always tell her to make the mutilation permanent.

If the Dryger thought their Warchief was under the spell of the elven witch, that suited her too. Although she would rather they see she was under his spell instead--which seemed closer to the truth. The man just had to breathe in her proximity and she would be ready for him.

The bruise on her face disappeared completely. "So will you kill him now or do we send him back with information that you're hurting me." she had a sly smile on her face. "It wouldn't even be false."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"If you think Corvus is best, I trust your judgment. Though, I do think we should tell him you can put his arm back on the right for him. Either tell him you were waiting for him to be less stubborn or that you needed an herb from the greenhouse to do it."

"Darion's your blood, my Little Princess. It should be your decision when it is spilled. But if you want it done as soon as possible, we will ride at dawn. I will gather a small force, not much more than we have when we normally travel. I will take our best warriors. I can give them orders to try and only subdue the elves under your uncle's command."

He paused.

"Do you think Marthe is ready to try some of the skills you've taught her under battlefield conditions? Maybe even to heal some of the elves, we will have to hurt to get to your uncle."

"And, if we are not riding until dawn, I'm sure I can find much more pleasant ways to hurt you tonight."

 

[faerun_girl]

“I will have to slice it off again then put it back. Maybe if his own little elf is next to him he won’t cry like a whipped boy anymore?” Illu giggled, thinking of her major operation could become a match making tool. She was having entirely too much enjoyment from encouraging inter marriages.

“You are right Master it would do Marthe good to come with us and test her strengths in healing in actual conditions.” She leaned into him, her delicate, pale hands laid against the dark of his skin, barely containing his bands of muscle.

“Do you have another trick to show me, Master?”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Well, we played a bit when of this when we first met," Viktor said as he started undressing Illu. And so he began tying her up again.

"This time, we'll forgo the gag."

Viktor didn't give her time to cast her spell. Tonight wasn't going to be about trying to make an heir. That particular duty would need to be delayed until after the bloody task of war. However, Viktor wasn't sure if he'd actually be able to resist the temptation of his wife that long.

He started to run a calloused finger up and down her already wet slit. As she was beginning to respond, Viktor took his other hand and, with his thumb and forefinger, compressed the side of her neck. Viktor had more than once crushed someone's throat. This wasn't that. This was play. This was trying to intensify his wife's orgasm. While Viktor was no healer, he had taken apart enough bodies to know the placement of the arteries that fed the brain. He now controlled Illu's breath. Her life was in his hands. And not only did she let him, but she also appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the experience.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu felt some disappointment when her husband didn't let her cast her spell, but didn't put the gag. Did he know she could do it wordlessly in her sleep now? It was her most used spell. She truly didn't know when she wasn't using it, with all the sex she and Viktor were having.

Did this mean he wouldn't fuck her tonight? Illu frowned slightly at the thought.

Even as he was using his calloused fingers to tease her pink slit, already wet and ready for him, wanted to squirm in her bonds, but then her husband's other hand descended on her throat.

"Ma--" she was about to say, then felt the squeeze. At first, she was to tell him to stop, but there it was again. That push for her to slip below the surface of subspace.

She went slack in his arms, trusting him completely as he held her there. This was the most vulnerable Illu had ever been in her life. Anyone who would see them would think that Viktor was assassinating her in the throes of her passion.

Even as she struggled with breath, she leaned into his hand. This was an interesting trick, and she wanted to see where her King would take his Queen.

The air dwindled and the deeper she submerged, her slit dripping and aching to be filled, despite the absence of her spellwork.