Cold Comfort: Viktor and Illu (closed for HeyYoureThatGuy)

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

She was practically pouting in a corner when he entered the carriage. He'd done what she wanted; packed up all her things—some useful, like the herbs and potions, and some frivolous, like the mountain of clothes. None of it would keep her small frame warm in the north.

And he'd gotten her out of the city as fast as he possibly could. And there she sat like a petulant child. He'd taken for her the largest, fanciest carriage he saw, and she'd torn it up.

He was working very hard to keep his anger in check. It was challenging to switch from fighting mad to calm enough to deal with his fragile bride. He'd only used a fraction of his rage. He didn't want to kill anyone, just get her away from her Uncle and all the blades pointed at their backs.

He steadied his breathing, using all the little methods he'd learned to keep the fire in his blood in check.

"What in the nine hells are you doing?!"

 

[faerun_girl]

"What am I doing?!" she was very careful not to touch anything that was still upholstered. She was sure she could diagnose the carriage itself with a sexual disease.

"Do you even know, Your Majesty, that this carriage has seen more debauchery than the local whorehouse? There, that's a fresh stain! Can't you even smell it?!" she was fairly screeching, the rational voice in her head chiding her for the fullblown tantrum she was having.

"If you had simply allowed me to commandeer the carriage we needed, we would not be stuck with this abomination for the rest of the trip. This carriage makes all the women in the pleasure district look like virgins!" she heaved, then gasped and covered her mouth again, realizing that she let this irrational desire to challenge him overcome her.

Still. If he bothered to look, 'Cum Carriage' was written on the side of the door. It was his own fault.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

“I was ready to leave, but I stayed longer in a city full of the people who have been trying to murder me for you. You told me your spell would let me give me the strength to behead a thousand men. Then when you said we had to leave before your Uncle arrived, I fought my way through the streets—without killing your kin—for you. You said your Uncle’s carriage was too small; I took the largest one I could find quickly for you.”

“But you don’t want to be in here anymore. Fine. Once we finish your lesson, we can leave this carriage behind. Then you can try to ride a horse until we reach camp. Though, that might be difficult.”

He grabbed her roughly and put her over his knee.

“So, Little Princess, for everything you've done since I entered your chambers, how many?” he hissed into her ear.

 

[faerun_girl]

Did all kings think that the world revolved around the things they thought they did for others?! And not the other way around?

The audacity of this man, king or no, after she took away every medical problem he had since birth that lingered in his body. She probably lost a week of her life just from correcting his vascular system--she was surprised to be crying, feeling as if thinking of the people at the border, his soldiers' difficulty in bearing the supplies, and most especially healing all his aches and pains were useless.

She was already kicking when he pulled her into his lap. Her leathers were much easier to struggle in compared to her wedding kimono--another loss in a series of losses that day. Still, her own body betrayed her, her nipples peaking beneath her clothes, and her slit dampening anew.

"NONE." she bit out, looking back at him as angry tears streamed down her face. She'd never been more incensed in her entire life, and she was angry at her husband barely half a day into their marriage!

She felt his breath on her ear, and she breathed hard, swallowing as she tried to stop crying.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Unacceptable. I would hate to ruin these," Viktor said, pulling ever so lightly on her waistband. "They seem like the only practical clothes you own. But if you don't give me a reasonable number, I will decide, and these will be ruined."

 

[faerun_girl]

He was right, and she heard the threat in his voice. The only other thing in her pack was--the wedding night outfit. All her other clothes were in the smaller carriage: her mother's wardrobe. While she didn't care if the whole world saw her naked, she knew the temperature would drop the farther they went. She would freeze and die.

"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed, starting to struggle anew.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Oh, yes, I would!"

He stood her up, grabbed one side of her breeches in each hand, and pulled hard. Sticks popped, and leather tore until the ruined leather pooled at her ankles. Then she was back over his lap.

He was careful when he grabbed her hair, pulling it until her face was turned up, and she could see the fire in his eyes.

"Last chance, Little Princess. How many?"

 

[faerun_girl]

"How dare you! You...!" for the first time in a very long time, she was at a loss for words. "You...you want me to freeze to death?!"

She turned her face up to him, and she was still crying. "Zero." she gritted out. If he wanted her to freeze to death, display her body to all and sundry, that was his choice. She just wouldn't be shamed for it.

"Sir."

Infuriating man.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Fifteen then. You will learn to obey me."

Then he began swatting her ass, counting out each one. This time he went a little harder than before.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu tried to tune out what he was doing, but it seemed impossible. Why her body would betray her, and even render her unable to manage hormones, nerves, or pain, she could not say. But each smack loosened something tight in her chest, and her mind blanked until all that was left was knowing his palm struck her soft, bouncy, rounded flesh.

She was crying inconsolably on his lap, her voice cracking as he spanked her. Eventually, by the eighth strike, she was apologizing, even when she knew she didn't need to.

"I'm sorry!" Smack I'm sorry, Sir! Smack.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Good," he said when she started apologizing, "But it's too late, Little Princess. NINE. You had your chance. TEN. You will learn your lesson. ELEVEN."

When he finished, he sat her gently on his cold armor covered thigh again. Wiping the tears from her eyes, he said, "You'll learn."

Then he spread her knees apart with one hand. He had seen how wet she was when he tore her leathers off her, so he knew she was enjoying this. She might not know it yet, but she wasn't enjoying it despite the pain. She was enjoying it because of the pain. He slowly ran a rough finger from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. "Or do you enjoy the punishment too much to listen."

He put the dewy finger in front of her, presenting her with the evidence. "Taste it."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu, First Princess of Bast-Galarion and now Queen to High King Viktor, tried to swallow her sobs as her husband spanked the rounded bottom revealed by her torn leather traveling outfit. She didn't know it yet, but she'd descended into a raw form of subspace, where raw emotion and pleasure buoyed her now, urging her to let go.

So when he ran his thick, calloused finger along her slit, she moaned and spread her legs. Her thighs trembled. He was the first man to ever touch her there.

Presented with the grayish blue tinge of his finger glistening with the evidence of her arousal, she dipped her head forward, and darted out her small elven tongue to taste herself for the first time, her pupils dilated.

She was tangy and sweet. She didn't expect that.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

There was less resistance this time as he pressed his finger in between her thighs. He tried various amounts of pressure, speed, and direction until he found what had her writhing the most. Then he backed off a little. He didn't want her to climax too soon.

"Have you ever come before, my Little Princess?"

 

[faerun_girl]

She writhed on his lap, leaning back against his cool armor as her bottom began to bruise more quickly, with a fresh spanking too soon after the first. Things were moving fast, hurtling towards something she didn't quite understand.

"What...?" she turned slightly, baring her neck as her hands came down to his thick wrists, not pulling or stopping, just holding on tight as if she would dissolve or fly away if she didn't.

His fingers teased her, spreading her wetness all over her sex, her hips beginning to follow his movements, her inexperienced body following nothing but sensation.

"N...no..that's only...only people in love...can do that..." she trailed off, feeling the rough, thick pads of his fingers stretch her virgin hole open, but not so she could cum. She couldn't do that. She didn't love him...

But just his voice made all her insides quiver. If this wasn't love, then she wasn't about to cum.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Only people in love

Her naivete was endearing; there was so much he could teach her. He went a little harder, but he wasn't going to give her release just yet.

"You never touched yourself like this? Not once?"

He shifted her slightly so he could continue to tease her increasingly wet pussy. Now that she was supporting herself, he removed the hand from her back, and he gently placed around her neck. He knew where to hold if he didn't want to crush her windpipe. He wanted to take her breath away, not her life's breath, so he applied the lightest pressure on the sides of her neck, just enough until he could feel the blood fighting to make it to her head.

 

[faerun_girl]

Her toes curled, slender elven legs trembling, her feet dangling off the side of his thighs. She breathed harshly, soft keening sounds emitting from the back of her throat. She was trapped in his massive arms.

"N...never...unless to...check.." did he not read the contract? There existed a document saying that as of yesterday, no man had ever touched her sex, and was only examined by her own healer once a year. What in the Spirit Realm was he teasing her about?

But once again, the moment his fingers, which seemed the size of sledgehammers when fisted, touched her delicate throat, nothing else mattered. She wasn't a healer, a queen, or even an elf. He wasn't a king, a Dryger, or a warrior.

He was her husband, and he had every right to put his hand on her neck, and she had to let him. He squeezed, and she knew she would need more air, and she felt blood in her veins beat. Her hands came up to hold his wrist, her head falling back in submission, braid disheveled behind her, her bottom half completely bare and dripping onto his lap.

How could he be so gentle after bellowing at her moments ago? How could he hold her tenderly and yet force her to gasp for air and her face to change color as blood fought to climb up?

What was he doing to her?

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

He went back to fingering her the way he'd just so recently learned drove her closer and closer to the edge.

"You seem like you're about to explode, my Little Princess. So either you love me, a man you barely know, or you're a little slut about to have her first orgasm in a rolling whorehouse. Tell me which it is, and I'll let you experience what you've been denied your whole life. Do you love me, or are you my slutty Little Princess? Tell me. Then you can come."

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu tried cataloging what was happening to her medically, but her huge husband was simply an expert in what he was doing that she found it extremely difficult to begin any thought. The hand on her throat was more damning than his fingers between her legs, but they certainly didn't help.

She didn't know how wet she was, her juices dripping from her newly-parted slit and coating his hand like she had licked him with her own tongue.

Add to that the sweet, tendering stinging on her bottom, and she had no choice but to admit something horrid to this man, especially when he called her his slutty Little Princess.

Appalled, she found herself answering, "I...I'm your..." still she fought, but it was a losing battle, her thighs trembling on his lap. Too much, too little, his words titillated her at the same time denied her relief. In her mind, something snapped.

"Please! Please let me cum, I'm your little slut! Please..!" she began pulling at his hand on her throat, trying to move her hips to impale herself on his thick, calloused fingers.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor could feel her trying to push his finger inside her, but he was the one who decided when that was going to happen.

Not yet, Little Princess. Soon, but not yet.

Viktor, as brutish and boarish as he could be, was an honest man who kept his promises. Though, he briefly considered stopping altogether. It would have been useless, though, with her so close to the edge. Loosening the grip on her neck right now, letting the blood rush back to her brain, would have been enough.

She was so ready for this, he knew he could be rougher. He slid his finger over and around her entrance, but beyond that, he was unrelenting as he worked his finger between her soft, pink folds.

As he drew her closer and closer, he whispered in her ear, “Cum for me, my Little Princess. My little slut wife.” Then he released the pressure on her neck as he rapidly slipped his finger across the little pearl at her the apex of her sex, and sent her to an apex of her own.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu's first orgasm hit her like a Dryger battering ram, made to her husband's size. The hand on her neck loosened, and the peak was less like a sharp increase in sensation but more like being pushed off a cliff, her whole body rushing towards her climax.

Her grip tightened as her feet lifted and toes curled, and the moment he called her a slut, he truly didn't need to press on his tiny elven wife's pleasure nub--but that was the reason she squirted clear sex fluid to the other side of the debauched carriage, the sensation uncontrollable.

"Sir!!" she arched into his hand, the pressure on her clit, the blood rushing up her head and the tenderness of her ass all made her first orgasm extraordinarily powerful, her slight form trembling on his lap as her still-untouched channel fluttered uselessly around nothing.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

When Viktor felt her gush around his finger, he ceased his assault on her delicate folds.

Well, that’s one way to clean armor that I haven’t tried.

He drew his arms around her, holding her securely against his chest, letting her ride out the waves that passed through her.

Sir. She’s learning.

If she forgot again, he’d have to punish her.

Once her breathing had slowed, he looked down at her and said, “I’m going to give you a choice. I can get you a cloak, and we’ll wrap you up in it as you try to ride a horse. I can promise you that it will not be pleasant. Or, I can get several furs and blankets, and I will lay them on the floor here for you to rest on. That comes with a condition. After I've given you some time to recover, you’ll have to do exactly what I say, exactly when I say it. Otherwise, it’s your very reddened behind on a saddle. Do you understand?”

 

[faerun_girl]

As Illu came down from her very first orgasm, she felt equal parts angry and shocked. She had read about orgasms in a very inappropriate book one time, but the actual experience was much more intense. She also quickly figured out that some sort of sensory deprivation regarding the blood and oxygen to her head could make the effects stand out more.

Also, women didn't need to be in love to orgasm. They just had to be tortured by her husband, apparently.

Already, she was filing away medical information as her husband held her close to him. She admitted it felt quite nice to be held during and after such an event, but she remembered her tattered clothes.

Her wits returning, she considered his words, and found it a bit lucky he somehow completely forgot she was a healer. She could play his game.

But she was still trying to calm her heart and breathing down. Instead of forcing it, she decided to save that magic for her sweetly stinging derriere. She can heal herself when she got onto the saddle. She could work with a cloak. Any extra cold would have to be mitigated by magic, but she'd survive their journey. And this accursed carriage could be put to flame.

She leaned back fully, saving her strength, her legs dangling off the side of his thighs as she unashamedly left her legs wide open. Her delicate neck was exposed as she looked up at him from her place on his lap, her chest still rising and falling with exertion.

"Cloak....Saddle..." she managed to say. "Sir."

She closed her eyes for a bit, as whatever he did to her sapped a lot of her strength. Who knew orgasms felt so intense?

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor gave her another moment to recover before he gently lifted her shirt off her body.

"Shhhh. It's alright. He picked her up and laid the shirt down on the part of the carriage she had torn apart. Then he set her on it.

"I'll return."

Viktor opened the door to the and shouted out another command. The carriage halted. Viktor closed the door behind him, leaving Illu to herself for a moment. He had to be quick. The carriage wasn't the safest transport in the land.

He found the supply wagon and pulled from it an extra cloak. It was large, at least to him, but he was sure she'd be swimming in it. She'd have to sit sidesaddle, and in the cloak, it'd be hard to do and not reveal her nakedness. He decided he'd ride with her. They'd have to use one of the draft horses, but it wouldn't be the first time. He barked his orders for his soldiers to prepare. Soon there was a large brown steed near the carriage door as he entered, and offered the cloak to his bride.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu eventually calmed down to let him remove her top, which she frowned at, but she was in no position to argue with him again.

He carried her like he wasn't punishing her moments ago. What curious game was this? He could be yelling at her one moment, spanking her the next, and finally carrying her like a severed limb to be reattached? Her parents had made this marriage game look so easy.

She still needed him alive--and so did he. Despite being an absolute brute moments before, he still knew how to be gentle, otherwise he wouldn't be able to play her diminutive sex so well. For a man with hands that dwarfed her own, it was amazing he could touch her with such skill.

Her eyes narrowed a bit at that.

But before she could dwell on how he quickly adapted to her size, he returned with the cloak, and she rose, unknowingly creating a lewd picture, her small, slender elven body facing him on her side, her dark hair released from the loose braid, cascading down her body to pool on her shirt and the filthy floor. Her inner thighs shined wetly. Her neck was a little red where he held her, the sides of her hips red as well, indicating that her ass was tender and rosy from his attentions.

If he would look to the opposite seat, he'd still see the evidence of her pleasure

She sat up, and held her arms out to him, seeing the cloak. "Thank you, Sir," she murmured.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

The Sir was coming more freely from her lips now, but it was still tinged with venomous disobedience. But he found he liked it. She was different from any woman he'd ever been with. Perhaps intimidated by his size and strength, the other women had submitted quickly, if not immediately, then soon after their first lesson. He'd always wanted control but hadn't realized how much more exciting it was when he had to actually work for it. The more time he spent with her, he started to appreciate the fire in her. He wanted to control it, not snuff it out.

He wrapped her in the cloak, and it swallowed her up. He set her back down and said, "Stay there."

The sun had started to set. He'd wanted to be in camp by now, but she had delayed them. He'd already disciplined her for an ungrateful attitude about that, so he let it go.

He started taking off the last of his armor, for what he hoped was the last time. He had always felt the physical weight of his of the metal. Still, with the war over, he was also unburdening himself from an entirely different weight. Unlike the pain that he'd stop noticing a long time ago, he knew this one had been there. He could move on, leave the death and destruction behind him.

He could stop being the warrior he'd never wanted to be and become… what? King? He wanted to be king less than he wanted to be a warrior. Master? Ruling Illu, that idea he found much more appealing than commanding troops on the battlefield or a kingdom from a throne.

Finally free from his armor, he turned and picked up his bride and carried her out to the horse. He told one of his soldiers to collect his armor and be especially careful with Illu's pack. (All of it unintelligible to the elf princess who hadn't had much time to learn his language.) He mounted the horse, never letting go of her. He placed her between his legs, surrounding her in his arms, and grabbed the reins. With another shouted order, the army began moving again to camp.

The horse followed the others so soon Viktor could leave the reins loose in one hand. Since he didn't have to concentrate much on controlling the horse, his mind could wander to controlling his new bride. During the war, he hadn't had time for any pleasures, especially not sexual ones. (He made sure elf maidens capture by him and his army were left unspoiled.) There had been opportunities. One of his generals, in particular, had tried her best to find her way into his bed. While it might have been an effective way to boost one soldier's morale, he was too focused on winning the war to indulge. Even if it was as simple as two people using each other's bodies to relieve stress, he was single-minded in his path to victory and conquest.

But he could now. Keeping Illu covered from the oncoming cold of night and northern travel, and from his soldiers' eyes, he slipped his free hand under the cloak, resting it on top of her lap. Now, with his lower body finally free of his armor, he could feel her against him, and his body was starting to respond. His manhood was trapped between his thigh and backside. Though he remained silent, he made no attempt to hide the effects her body, defiance, and submission had on him. While she was still a virgin, she was also a healer. She knew anatomy. Even with her naivety about what it would actually feel like to have his cock inside her, it was unlikely she could mistake it for his thigh's hard muscles. He began running his fingers gently up and down her inner legs. He would get tantalizingly close to her sex, but never quite touch it as he rode in stone-faced silence.