Cold Comfort: Viktor and Illu (closed for HeyYoureThatGuy)

When he reached thirty, he used one hand to cradle her back so that her raw backside wouldn't touch anything, and her calves rested on his thigh. Then he began brushing the tears from her eyes.

"But, I will make you stronger, my Little Princess, my Queen." He held her for a moment and said, "I permit you to heal yourself now. Just know, if you defy me with trickery like that again, I will take it as an invitation to bring you a world of pain you can't even imagine."
 
Illu heard his voice, and let it, along with his command and praise, wash over her, and it's like it were his words that created the magic to heal her bottom--and not her own. What was going on?

At the back of her mind, she knew she could make him stop and he didn't have to make her do anything--but letting him make the decisions felt so liberating. It was as if she was standing at the edge of a very deep lake, and her husband gently pushed her into it...And all she could do was sink to the bottom.

Here, she didn't have to be First Princess Illu. She didn't even have to be a healer. She was just...

His.

"Yes Master.." she said, slowly and softly, as if she was speaking her words under water and they were bubbles that needed to find the surface.

Illu had found subspace for the very first time.
 
Yes, Master

"You're learning so fast, my Little Princess."

Once the marks he left on her faded enough, he tossed her to the bed, not forcefully. This was playful. Misbehavior needed to be punishment. Good behavior should be rewarded.

He took his time crawling up to her, like a predator slowly stalking prey. Being so very careful not to crush her, he let her feel the weight of another warm body on her own.

He kissed the side of her neck, then whispered, "Now, you have my permission to come, but only once." Then, he took his smallest finger, wetting the tip by sliding it along her sex. She was dripping wet. It only took one pass for his finger to be slick enough that when he gently pushed, stretching her open, he slipped into her virgin cunt. Even this was a tight fit.

How would he ever fit his manhood inside her? She had incredible healing powers, but she had to be alive to use them. He wanted desperately to feel her wrapping his cock in the liquid silk between her thighs, but he feared splitting her in half.
 
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Illu had never felt the way she felt when her towering husband crawled up her body and covered it with his. Her body felt so sensitive, every hair and inch of skin primed to his touch and his presence--she had never felt more beautiful and she wanted him to have all of it.

She heard him say that she could cum, and it certainly made her happy, but just having him focused on her the whole time could possibly be more intoxicating.

"Thank you, Master.." she murmured, and held her arms out to wind them around his neck, spreading her legs automatically. She felt his large hand there, then something thick penetrate her where only his tongue had ever been before. It stretched her, but her body was so wet and primed that she sucked him in, like her cunny was greedy for whatever he would like to put inside her.

He didn't have to worry how big he was--she could take him. She would take all of him.

"Please, Master....please can I have it?" she said sweetly up to him, her eyes and body feeling languid under his bulk.
 
"Oh, my sweet little, brave Little Princess, this is only my smallest finger. I could maybe put my thumb in you, but I'm afraid I'll have to break my promise. There's simply no way I could fit my cock in you. You are so brave and so strong, but some things just cannot be. I've given you pain to teach you to be an obedient wife."

He leaned in and whispered, "And because, even if you can't admit it to yourself yet, you enjoy it."

He gave her hip a swat. While it still stung, it was almost playful.

"But my Little Princess, there'd be no lesson here, and I'd never want to hurt you in a way that could maim you. It's difficult for me to say no. I want this. I want you more than I've ever wanted a woman. But I can't give you what you want."

Viktor leaned in and kissed her. There was something like a smile on his face.

"We will find other ways."

With that, he kept working his finger in her as he placed his thumb on the little bundle of nerves that's only purpose was to make her orgasm.
 
"Master.." she moaned softly, her body arching up as he put his pinky inside her. It felt so good, something of his inside the softest part of her body. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

"I can have it Master...I can take all of you..." she said, as if she wasn't asking him to break her in two with how large his member was, as if the tip didn't almost reach beyond her navel.

Still, he should have known. If she could reattach a man's arm, taking a man's cock inside her small body would not be a problem. She would show him. He didn't need to worry. He could use her all he wanted. She was his.

She yelped when he slapped her hip, then she shook her head. "Master...Won't you at least try? Aren't you going to put your heir inside me? Please?"

She whispered the last bit softly in his ear, just as she felt his pinky slip deeper, pressing her intimate inner flesh and his thumb on her clit. "Please Master...I want to carry your heir...I have to..." she moaned at the same time she was pleading, still floating in the wonderful freedom of subspace.
 
A primal growl escaped his throat. No woman had ever seemed so desperate for him, especially not to bare him a child.

"Verry well, my Little Princess. I will try."

He withdrew his finger and placed the very tip of his member at her entrance. He prodded her slightly. He was careful. He was slow. He was waiting to hear her cry out in pain. To feel some part of her give way too suddenly. He watched her face and still feared he'd shatter some vital part of her.
 
Illu couldn't deny, though, that her husband was completely capable of breaking her, especially if the cock he wanted to put inside her was that hard. The large, blunt head parted her slick folds, then prodded the tiny, virgin hole.

One of her hands moved down to her abdomen, and she murmured a spell, one she read in a book once, and wondered what it was for. The spell was to make a woman's midsection more elastic, pliant, and to protect all the other organs from the spell. What would it be for? It wouldn't help with childbirth as the stronger the muscles, the better the strength of the woman to push. Also, the spell didn't allow her to stretch as much for a child's head.

That's when she knew this was a spell elven women in the past used when they wanted to couple with a man larger than them. Surely, she wasn't the first elf to take on a larger man. Almost every race was larger than them, and it was inconceivable that intermarriages were so rare.

The spell worked, but Illu would just find out that it would also make her gush lubrication, and her sweet slit all the more welcoming for her husband.

Instead of the cry of pain he was expecting, she arched her back in pleasure, her pupils dilating. Her slit relaxed. It did not loosen, just made her body more accommodating to his girth. Her entrance didn't even change shape. The spell would change based on how big he was. It was a spell made for her and him. He would still have to work it in, especially the first time, but he would no longer hurt her.

And any damage he did could be easily healed. Of all the elves in the world, her cunny was the only one that could take his cock.

"Please, Master....please...It's ready for you!" she moaned, her clit fully visible now and her nipples peaking hard beneath him. Her sweet sex wanted nothing more than to be filled.
 
He felt the same crackle around her as her elven magic took hold. While he knew now that she was his and she would never use her magic against him, there was still the part of his mind, the warrior part, that screamed at him to ready for an attack.

His body tensed, and he jerked forward. Then he felt hot liquid on the head of his cock. He looked down, expecting to see he'd torn her. Instead, it was a copious amount of her nectar.

"My clever Little Princess. Where would you learn such spells?" He grinned down at her.

He still worked slowly, not sure exactly what her new limits were. When her channel engulfed his swollen crown, he stopped, looking down at her. Her cries were of a different kind of agony then he thought he'd hear even just this far into her. He continued, slowly pushing deeper, watching her reactions. Until her eyes widened in fear and pain, he was going to gradually pump more of his stiff rod into her until he had given her everything.

She wants me to keep my promises.
 
She felt the head of his cock push inside her. It stretched her hard, and the spell made it sure that all she felt was pleasure. Still, after the spanking she received, she wouldn't be averse to a bit of pain.

"So...big..." she bit out, and while it wasn't painful in the least, she'd never felt this much pressure. It was overwhelming, she had to spread her legs even wider.

Her Master didn't stop, he continued to push his massive rod into her, and her body could simply take it. But that also meant her pale, flat abdomen now had a large bulge, because she was simply taking something that was too big for her.

"Master...Master...it's going in!" she mewled, as her pretty pussy began to hug the contours of his rod, and the spell made her body suck him in.
 
When his balls were resting on her ass, he looked down at her. His body was now shaking with the strain of being as gentle as he could. While some might find being able to brag that they had fucked an elven princess to death, there was too much bound up between them. There were the diplomatic ties, but he was less concerned with that than the way he made her feel protective and…whole. The lust she stirred in him was almost overpowering.

I have to maintain control.

She felt amazing, but now that he was entirely inside her, feeling the fluttering of her channel around every inch of his manhood, he was barely containing the urge to begin thrusting wildly. The giant's blood in him that cried out for war now cried out for an entirely different conquest. And it didn't want to be any gentler inside this elve's sweet cunt than he had been on the battlefield with her people.

His breath shaky, he said, "My Little Princess. What does this spell do exactly? Are you hurting at all?"
 
The sweet pressure on her slit was immense, and her pussy hugged his shaft, molding her body to accept him fully. It was a bit difficult to speak, but she had to calm down. Losing it would not please her or her Master.

"Don't worry, please, Master..." she panted, trying to catch her breath. "The spell lets my body stretch around you. Makes me....sensitive...No pain..Whatever you want...I can take it."

She took his hand, from beside her head, and put it on the bulge of her stomach, and pressed down, which made her whimper. It felt so good. "Like this. I'm stretched around you. You can give me a baby now."

To prove her point, she tilted hips up, and he pushed in even deeper. He was so deep. She didn't know where she began and he ended. "Please...please move, Master.."
 
Viktor slowly increased the speed and force of each thrust. Eventually, he took her at her word and let go of some of his control. It felt amazing. He'd never been able to go this hard and fast, not even with Dryger women.

Viktor stood, taking his Little Princess with him. He legs dangling as she sat at the root of his cock, he gripped her around the waist and the shoulders, pinning her arms to her side.

"My Little Princess, I'm not holding back. And I won't stop until I've put my seed deep inside your fertile womb. I already said you could come once, but you've earned more than that. You can climax as much as you can, as much as you want."

Then he began lifting her just until the ridges at the head of his member threaten to escape her lower lips; then he slammed her all the way back down. Any other woman would have shattered, and as much as he adored her and had given her permission to orgasm, right now, he wasn't too concern about her pleasure. Finally, he could abandon his control. All he wanted was to come as deep inside her as he could go.
 
Her Master still wasn't sure, but he began to try. He scraped the flesh of her insides with the ridges of his manhood, and it felt incredible. Every time his tip pressed her insides, it felt like he was hitting a button that made the pleasure radiate from the apex of her thighs.

If her pleasure were an empty glass, each of his thrusts dripped water, and soon enough, it would overflow. He was still so gentle, and tentative, but he was getting bolder by the second. All she could do was cry out with each thrust, encourage her Master to take his pleasure from her body.

She felt him stand up, and she honestly thought she would cum from the motion of being lifted--she almost did.

"Th--thank you, Master, but what are you---MASTER!!" but what actually made her cum was when he pulled out to just the ridge of his crown, and he held her tightly, then slammed her down on his cock. He didn't just press that button--he wrecked it, and the cup overflowed like a bucket was dumped on it, and she was lost.

Her walls clamped down on him with the force of her orgasm, a transcendent wave, and if the spell wasn't in place, he probably would have had trouble pulling out. But since their new favorite elven spell was there, he could thrust and thrust and her pretty pink pussy and tiny body could take the full force of the Dryger Warchief's strength.

Her legs dangled, each movement making them kick slightly as the force of his thrusts rocked her whole body, and she would probably feel the effects of their coupling for days. She felt his sac hit her ass akin to soft swats he did to her the very first time.

Outside, the whole camp could hear her impassioned cries. Their King was taking the woman he maimed his general for, even as the latter was still unconscious in the mud.
 
Viktor was barely aware of his Little Princess’ cries of pleasure. There was nothing else in the world that existed but his cock and her pussy—his pussy. He owned it now. Even the rest of their bodies were faint ghosts at the edges of his perception.

Eventually, he could feel the overwhelming pressure at the base of his shaft. Then he exploded into Illu again, and again, and again. He more than filled her. He barely had the presence of mind to turn so that when he fell onto the bed, she was on top of him instead of under his bulk. He made no move to pull out of her, not wanting the contact to end. Nature would decide for him eventually, but he wasn’t going to speed the process along.
 
Illu couldn't stop cumming. It was a good thing that he allowed her to do that as much as she wanted, otherwise the spanking she'd have earned for this one would need a day to heal. She didn't know if she just had one long orgasm or many in quick succession.

She wondered if any other woman had ever done this for her King, and she hoped she would be the only one.

With the way he used her like a sleeve, each time she came, he was already building for the next one. His speed and strength were unmatched, his muscles on his arms, back, and backside bunching as he used her as he wanted.

Then she felt him tense and grind her down, as his cock swelled and he released his seed, which felt like an eternity. Later, when she surfaced from subspace, she would hope she carried his child.

Her legs dangled useless around his hips and she moaned, her head lolling to the side as he fell with her on the bed. Down his cock, their combined fluids dripped out, but he kept most of it plugged inside her, sloshing around in her womb. The spell would hold until she broke it.

All she could do then, was close her eyes and and sleep with her husband's still-hard manhood inside her, warming him throughout the night.
 
When sense finally returned to him, Viktor had wanted to tell his wife that she had done such a fantastic job of pleasing her husband, but she was soon slumbering on his chest. He'd allow them both a few hours sleep before he'd move her so he could find his Little Princess something to wear and then they'd sneak out of camp and begin their journey north, away from anyone Viktor wasn't sure he could trust.

A few of his most ardent generals would lead the army back home and keep the soldiers in line.

Viktor had become an expert at waking up when he needed to. It was pitch dark when he gently rolled Illu off his chest and covered her in a blanket. He got dressed and then exited the tent long enough to grab clothes for her. Like the cloak, they'd be large, but it'd keep her warm.

He came back. He'd already prepared his pack for traveling. He cradled hers at the top, just under the leather flap. Then he went to his wife, removed the blanket, and began prodding at her soft pink folds. An orgasm to wake her up, a reward for the performance of her duties just a few hours earlier. His other hand was at the ready to clamp over her mouth if she seemed like she'd be too loud.
 
Illu felt herself surface, as if from a dream, or from under water, but wherever she came from, she felt as if she left the place where her heart truly lay, and it was time to put on a mask.

The furs on the makeshift bed were still warm, and her husband--Her husband?!

She sat up, clutching the blanket to herself, then felt a large hand clamp on her mouth and push her down, just as something entered her body. The spell had not yet broken, so she slickened immediately, and arched.

"Mmmm!" she said beneath the large hand, and the events of yesterday came rushing back, and her eyes searched the darkness for Viktor.
 
"Come quickly, my Little Princess. We need to sneak away quietly. I have clothes, your pack, and a horse ready."

He continued to work his fingers in and on her until she peaked. Then he tossed her some clothes.

"Come quickly, my Little Princess," as a smirk played across his lips. He hadn't been this close to smiling in a long time.

When she was ready, he took her on his horse, and they trot softly into the woods.
 
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Infernal man could very well make her cum on command, if he kept this up. But he seemed to know exactly where to touch her, and she was cumming into his hand and screaming onto the one clamped on her mouth.

Just as she thought, the clothes he tossed at her were too big and there wasn't a belt, so she went with a shirt that reached below her knees and a cloak slightly smaller than the one she arrived in. Her boots went on as well.

As she and her King made their way through the woods in the dark, she leaned close, with nothing on her bottom, it made for cold travel.

"Why are we leaving like this, Sir?" she asked.
 
"To protect you, my Little Princess. There are still those among my people who don't want the war to end. I know I can trust the Dryger in my fortress, but I'm not certain about all my generals and soldiers."

He stroked her hair. "I would never let anything happen to you. We will take a longer route home. The generals and soldiers I know I can trust will guard your possessions, and they will be waiting for us when we arrive."
 
She faced forward when she heard that, remembering what she had to do the day before. She wondered if she had been able to put his arm back the right way. She usually had two strong men holding things in place, and it took her all of five minutes to align it right. For all she knew, he had the arm on backwards.

"Thank you, Sir. They are my mother's things." she sniffed, but understood his caution.

Then she remembered the only other garment in her pack was the outrageous nightgown. She blushed and ducked her head, but her ears burned.

"How far to home?"
 
"Four days. I have a tent in my pack. It's not as large as the one at the camp, but it'll keep the snow off of us. And don't worry about the cold. Dryger and the giants of the north run hot. I'll keep you warm at night. One way on another."

Wrapping his much larger cloak around her as well, he reached up under the shirt she'd turned into a dress.

"You can't climax unless I say."

After only a day, he'd learned how to keep her on the edge until she'd be begging for release. Pain and pleasure would be how he tamed his powerful queen.
 
She knew exactly how hot he ran, and she blushed even more, remembering how she acted like a complete wanton last night. It was thoroughly embarrassing. But immensely pleasurable. Just a day married and she'd already used magic to aid in intimate relations. What was happening to her?!

She was busy reminiscing how deep he went inside her and how his large cock made a bulge on her stomach, when she felt the cold across her stomach and her husband's hand on her skin.

"Viktor, what are you doing?" she glanced around, only snow and trees their company on the road.
 
His hand stopped moving up her leg.

Then he picked her up and laid her face down across the horses back in front of him, pulling up her dress and completely exposing her rounded bottom to the cold air. Her skin was almost the same color as the snow. That would change very soon.

"You forget yourself, my Little Princess. How many?"
 
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