Cold Comfort: Viktor and Illu (closed for HeyYoureThatGuy)

[faerun_girl]

"....? Master?" she asked, then tried to get up, but he said not to. For that, she did as he said, her hands moving up, past the bottom of her slit until she skirted the tight, puckered hole at her rear.

"Wh---what do you want me to do, Master?" surely, he couldn't be asking...?

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Little Princess, you understand anatomy. Did they not teach you there are nerves around that little rosebud of yours that make it feel good to touch? To enter? Do elves only have sex lying down, face to face, with the man on top? Is there no variety? My Little Princess, you've been brave or foolish enough to break my rules. Are the arbitrary ones of your society more important than mine?"

Viktor watched her hesitation. He was having a magnificent view of her ass and pussy spread for him, though part of him wished he could see her face at the moment she realized what he was asking of her. He could make her do it, and would if he had to, but the thought that his Little Princess might take this step on her own with only a little encouragement would mean he had truly become her Master.

If not, he still had plenty of other lessons. But this was going to happen tonight.

 

[faerun_girl]

"I...but...Master, it's in the contract...I cannot have carnal knowledge...of basic.." while she felt it was completely inappropriate, her hand was already dancing on her puckered ring, passing the sweet tight hole with her fingertips.

"I..I can only know of basic sexual functions to be a physician. What you're asking Master...I..." she blushed now, even after she came from touching herself. "Master...I must put..I must touch myself there?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Yes, my Little Princess, you must."

He was just barely containing himself. His blood screamed to take her. But she had to learn this lesson.

"You're very brave for a girl so repressed. They did you a disservice. I will undo it. Keep going, Little Princess. You're doing amazing, and you look radiant."

Viktor stroked his cock faster, to show her the effect she was having on him.

 

[faerun_girl]

Her Master stroked his cock really vigorously--did she really do that to him? Would doing this make him desire her more?

She swallowed, then used her middle finger to circle her rear hole, her hips swaying side to side as she did so. She knew that behind the ring of muscle were nerves that connected to the clitoris, so she supposed if she did it well, it would feel good.

Illu, closed her eyes, and felt her way to her bottom hole, which was shut tight. She swirled her finger in her pussy again to gain some lubrication, then went back to coat her back hole. Then, she pressed with the pad of her middle finger, and pushed back, knowing it would loosen.

Her finger slipped in, and she froze. It felt so odd! "Master...Master..I..I don't know what to do...please...it feels so odd..."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Keep going. Forget the rules they gave you. Be the wanton little whore you were meant to be for your king. My rules are the only ones that matter, and my rules say my slutty Little Princess fingers her ass when she's told to."

Continuing to stroke his cock, he growled.

 

[faerun_girl]

"Master...it feels..." she was about to say how different it felt, when she pushed her finger in, then pulled it back, following the angle of her back channel and pushing back on her own.

It felt like she was about to cum.

"Master, like this? Oh, can you see it, Master?" she mewled, more confident now as she fucked herself in the ass with her own finger, the Queen completely debasing herself for her new husband, the King.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"I can see. But you will finish telling me how it feels."

 

[faerun_girl]

"It...It feels good when I pull back Master...and I push out....I feel so dirty.." she mewled and whimpered, her legs spreading to show him that she was dripping from her slit as she fucked herself in the ass like a slut for him.

Illu fell deeper into subspace this time, and put a second finger in, "Master...I want something thick please...I want something bigger...Has to be bigger..." she began pushing and pulling two fingers inside her desperately, her face pressed into the blanket.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Where does my slutty Little Princess want something thicker and bigger? Stop being coy. Ask for what you want. Beg me for what you want."

 

[faerun_girl]

"In...In my ass please, Master...Please fuck my ass with your big cock, please!" she capitulated, even casting the same spell using the fingers she had in her rear hole, the spell for the glyph activating at her rear entrance, but only her slit lubricated, and he could see just how much nectar gushed from her whenever she needed to take him.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Finally!

Viktor grabbed his Little Princess and ran her gushing slit up and down his cock, especially over the head. He knew her magic would prevent him from permanently injuring her, but wanted her to want again. (Denying someone something they don't want teaches no lesson.) He entered her slowly, as he would with any other woman. Once she relaxed around his cock, then he'd thoroughly fuck her ass.

"To the rest of the world, you are a Queen. To me, you are my slutty Little Princess."

When he was fully inside her, stayed there a moment and asked, "Who are you?"

 

[faerun_girl]

When she felt her husband rush at her with his inhuman speed, she got up on her hands, and looked behind, to see his face as he rubbed that heavy, turgid member against her slit, getting her drippings onto his shaft.

"Master, please..." she pleaded, then made a choked sound from the back of her throat when she felt his cock enter her rear hole, stretched and primed for him. He worked himself in and if she thought her pussy felt pressure whenever he fucked her, this was tenfold that feeling.

She felt his balls against her still-dripping slit, the spell holding, and she answered him, "I'm your slutty Little Princess whore, Master.

"Please fuck my ass, Master!"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Since you asked so nicely."

With one hand, Viktor gradually picked up speed, bringing her up and down on his cock as she faced him. With the other hand, put his pinky at the opening to her pussy, and his thumb on her clit. He worked slowly to get as much of his finger in as possible. Then he began pumping his finger in and out of her, counter to the cock in her ass. In with the finger, out with the cock. In with the cock, out with the finger. It created a counter-friction on the thin wall of muscle separating her two stretched holes.

"Yes, you are my slutty Little Princess. And who owns your ass and your pussy? Who owns you?"

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu keened as her ass felt the intense drag of his cock backwards, and if she found the rhythm to his push and pull, it made it all the more sweeter, like her whole midsection was melting from pleasure.

But when his finger went in her leaking slit, and his thumb pressed her clit, she was lost. She cried out, the sound undoubtedly carrying up the mountains from their tent, her husband's large, hot body behind her, taking both her holes at the same time. She didn't know this was even possible!

"Y..You do, Master! Only Master owns my ass and pussy!" she cried out loud as her orgasm came crashing on her like a wave from out of nowhere, her inexperienced body assaulted in almost all her pleasure points at once, her tiny abdomen taking his massive member and finger, both too big for her if she did not know magic.

"Master!!" she screamed, her orgasm making her pussy flutter around his finger, and her body arch in pleasure. She'd never known anything could feel as exquisite as this.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor continued his assault on his Little Princess' holes until he felt his orgasm building. She was his to use, and she'd be well used when he finished with her. Eventually, he released his seed in her, but this would in no way aid them in producing an heir.

 

[faerun_girl]

By the time her husband released inside her rear, Illu didn't know how many times she came, if it was once for a long time, or several in succession. Despite being married for two days, he already knew where to touch her.

Were all married couples like this?

She felt his seed drip down her thighs, as it overflowed from her rear hole even as he had his cock inside her. She tried to move, but the intense orgasms made her close her eyes, and she fell into the darkness.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Little Princess. Little Princess?"

Viktor chuckled to himself. He carefully unimpaled his bride and then held her to his chest until he too fell asleep.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu was trying to stay awake, but it seemed last night’s activities had sapped her of strength. The air steadily got colder as well. She rode side-saddle against her husband, as her bare bottom could not withstand the cold anymore, and she had no choice but to wear the outrageous wedding night outfit underneath the Dryger shirt he gave her.

She made sure he didn’t see her slip the thing on, as it was most indecent. She would have rather gone naked, but it would have killed her.

Her husband took their large horse at a fast gallop, and she clung sweetly to him, glad to find out that he did run smoldering hot—in every sense of the word.

She remembered that he called her the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and that made her look down and blush.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor held his Little Princess close to him, knowing that tonight there would be no lessons as long as she didn't defy him. She had done so well last night, and she was tired. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"You are the Queen of this land, my Little Princess. I—"

Then he heard it. He didn't have enough time. He threw her to the ground as the arrow struck him in the chest. He fell backward off the horse. The world was white and red. Then stepping from behind a tree was one of his Dryger generals, Oris.

Viktor looked to Illu. No arrow had touched her. He'd done his job. The bolt stung, but it was nothing that Viktor hadn't felt before. Viktor got to his feet. His wife wouldn't understand the words he shouted, but this conversation was not for her ears.

Oris had wanted the war to continue. Viktor wouldn't let that happen.

He grabbed a boulder and flung it at Oris. The general was able to dodge it. Viktor used that time to close the distance between them. Oris raised a sword and slashed at Viktor. A red spray of blood stained the snow. Viktor was all rage and fury, but something was wrong. His muscles felt slow.

Poison.

Viktor knew he didn't have much time. But it'd be enough time. He tried to tare the sword from or Oris's hand, but the poison was working. The blade cut the tendons in his fingers. So instead, he just grabbed Oris's head with the other hand and smashed into a tree until everything that made Oris Oris was a gray and pink smear.

Viktor turned around, a blood-flecked cough escaping his lips. "My Little P—"

Then he fell to his knees, toppled to the ground, and all he saw was darkness.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu heard the arrow loosed, but it was too late. She wanted to use her body to block it, but her husband was faster--he would always be faster than her, no matter he was three times her size. It hit him in the chest.

She expected him to jump back up or even to pull the arrow out, but he didn't. She feared the worst. Around them, a few other Dryger appeared, but her husband seemed to be concentrating on the one who stepped out and had shot the arrow.

No matter. She could handle the rest.

She acted like she had been hurt in the fall, and waited for them to come near. Out of the three, only two of them were near enough, but that was all right. They weren't as tall as her husband, she could touch them easily.

Just as one of them bent over to pick her up, her hand shot up, and touched the man's face for a second. Then she rolled quickly in the snow, just as the man she touched screamed, as she caused his eyeballs to rupture.

The other two would soon be on her, and she counted the seconds. She rolled into a crouch, but misjudged the other's position. They struck her with a blow to her neck.

She was supposed to be knocked out with that, but a spell had revived her just as quickly. One protection down. She acted unconscious again, even numbing the kick they aimed for her stomach. When one of them picked her up again, her hand shot up, and this time, she grasped their legs and numbed them.

The two went down just as she rolled up again in a crouch. She released the magic in her stomach, and found a cracked rib. She healed it with a blink, but didn't waste magic on the pain.

She heard Viktor call her, but he was facedown in the snow when she turned to look.

The numbness reached the top of their heads, as her spell made its way to their brain, and it was easy to avoid their flailing. She touched their throats, and whispered embolisms into their arteries. They would die in minutes, and she would have used very little magic.

In a few hours, she would be glad for that, as her body withstood hours of cramping and pain as she rode on the directions of the man she left with his eyeballs melting out of his sockets. He obliged the way to her husband's fortress after she showed him how much pancreas hurt when she inflamed them to the size of his kidneys.

She needed to get Viktor out of there fast--what if there were more waiting?

In a few days, she would not regret using magic to enhance her strength, so she would be able to get her husband on the horse, or how she found herself forfeiting around a year of her life drawing out that poison from her husband's body in an instant. She made sure she took a sample of his blood, for studying much later.

She had to choose between the arrow wound and the poison--which acted so fast it had necrotized his heart and lungs. She had never brought someone back from such a state in that short a time.

She shuddered to think what would have happened if she weren't there, or if he married a different woman.

So Illu arrived at her husband's fortress, shouting unintelligibly in Elvish, hoping they at least recognized that the uncommonly large Dryger tied to the front of the horse was their Warchief, and that she could hold on long enough to get him inside.

She succeeded in the former, but failed in the latter, when the pain overcame her senses, her body seizing.

She was first to keel over the side of their horse into the mud.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

When Viktor came to it was with a flail as he sat up in bed, ready to strike. He regretted it as he felt stitches pop. Even as he tore them, he would have known Marthe's handy work anywhere.

Before he met his Little Princess, he thought of Marthe as the most skilled healer he knew. She was young, but her knowledge of healing outstripped any Dryger. She'd been the one to patch him up, mid-battle, arrows still flying. She had an understanding of herbs and elixirs that she used to keep him going even as she pleaded with him to rest, to let her use better methods that would take just a little longer.

Well, the woman finally got her wish. Her chief had rested. Now she was at his bedside. Marthe held up her hand and pointed to Viktor's sleeping bride in the bed next to him. The Dryger healer had done her best using all the tricks she knew to ease Illu's convulsions and pain, but she'd never seen the aftermath of elvish healing magic, so she was working blind.

Had his mind not been clouded with lust, he would have told his Little Princess there would be one exception to the rule of no one else seeing her naked. Marthe would be the midwife. Of that, there was no question.

Wrapping Illu's naked body in another blanket, Viktor held his Little Princess, hoping she'd wake soon. Marthe took her place, sitting in a chair beside the bed, waiting to help her Queen in any way she could.

 

[faerun_girl]

If Viktor held her long enough to notice, her body would twitch, and if he watched the skin of her abdomen, arms, and legs, he'd notice her muscles cramping horribly. Her pale skin would depress then undulate, as if something was crawling underneath.

Illu did not just have to heft him up onto the horse, she also had to hold him and the reins as she made a mad dash to the fortress. Later, she would find out if the horse she used her spell on would survive the cramping she inflicted on it as well. She hoped it did, and would demand it as the first gift from her husband. That horse saved their lives.

Eventually, she did wake, and found that Viktor cradled her in his arms. Instead of extreme thirst and hunger, though, she found herself only mildly dehydrated. She smelled the herbs one would give for seizures and cramps, and found some warm towels on her stomach and legs.

Her hand reached up to touch chest, trying to count his pulse and his blood pressure, seeing if there was an infection or poison. Even if it hurt, she healed his stitches right at that moment, since they were torn and bleeding.

It was stupid, since she wasn't supposed to use magic in a backlash. Who cared about declarations of love-- healing others in a backlash was something she didn't even see wives do for their children during the war. It was like squeezing juice from a dried-up fruit.

Foolish, foolish girl

She was also naked and there was an angry-looking young Dryger woman glaring at her.

But the ambush came back to her mind, and she didn't care if the Dryger woman glared--she had to be a Queen.

"Master, make her...write this down." she rasped, but closed her eyes to relive the memory of the attack. "Three men, two died from natural cause, one without eyeballs and extreme abdominal pain. If you can find that one, you'll find the accomplices.

"You were to be blamed for my death, and I for yours, and the war would start anew with scorched earth agenda. They want Elves to breed for magical children. And to eat."

Just speaking was awful, and she was already gritting her teeth as another cramp started on her stomach muscles.

It wasn't as bad as she expected to wake up to, but it was bad enough. If she was still cramping three days from now, she would need to send for magical healing as her pathways were undoubtedly damaged with the sheer amount she used to keep Viktor alive.

What a honeymoon.

There was no using her own magic to heal this--she either recovered naturally or someone else used magic to fix her. As far as she knew, there would be no one within four days who knew magic around these parts.

And no one she would trust. Looking back, she had a feeling the poison used on Viktor was elf-made.

The cramps started again in her legs, and soon enough she realized, if she didn't knock herself out, she'd be screaming and all her body functions would let out at the same time. This was easily the worst backlash she'd experienced.

Her whole body broke out into a sweat as she seizure began, and she knew she woke up too early.

"Sleep, three days...." With one last look at her husband, who was now completely fine, she knocked herself out, already unable to control the drooling from her mouth.

The seizure stopped, but the cramps didn't. And as she said, this would go on for three days hence.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor sent out scouts to find the men his Little Princess described. Find their accomplices. Part of Viktor wanted to go out personally to track down the traitors, make them talk, then tear them apart with his bare hands.

But he had a more important duty. He bathed Illu himself, asking Marthe for what he'd need to know to care for her. He stayed by her bedside, making sure the Marthe had access to the fortress's full store of herbs, plasters, or elixirs she might need, though he left Illu's supplies untouched. There might have been something in there, but Marthe didn't know some of the herbs that only grew in the southern elf lands, and she certainly wasn't going to experiment on the Warchief's bride.

There were some journals in elvish, but Marthe couldn't read it at all, and Victor's understanding was so limited there was more chance they'd poison her than heal her. Marthe did her work with the medicines she created, and Viktor kneaded the cramping muscles, trying to get them to release.

He would have sent for an elvish healer, but he didn't know who to trust. The war had been brutal, and he couldn't understand why anyone would want it to continue, and he had blood that screamed for it. But it compelled him to do something else far more critical: protect his Little Princess.

He had been ready to tell her that he already loved her before the arrow almost ended her life. He was not a man who believed in gods or spirits, or he would have prayed to them. Marthe did, though, believe and pray.

Viktor barely slept or ate, waiting for his bride to recover. He had sworn to protect her, and she had to tax herself greatly to heal him and dispatch several attackers he should have heard coming. He shouldn't have let Oris distract him. His Little Princess almost died. The peace was nearly shattered. He had no solid memory of anything between passing out in the forest and waking up in bed. There were brief memories of pain, ground passing under him, and the sound of his Little Princess's voice.

And he desperately wanted to hear it again, and tell her he loved her.

 

[faerun_girl]

Three days later, Illu woke, and though she felt like a merchant caravan had rolled over her body twice, the backlash was gone. She felt someone in the bed with her, and found her large husband sleeping next to her, with bruises under his eyes. Her hand reached out and laid gently on his heart, checking him again--in what would be almost instinctual to her when he was around.

The woman was gone, and her husband seemed just fatigued and a bit dehydrated and hungry. Were they not taking care of him?

She pushed herself up on her elbows, then scooted back to prop herself up on the pillows, trying to move her whole body. As she suspected, the worst were her legs and core. Holding the reins and Viktor for hours had really almost damaged her magical pathways. She didn't want to know how bad it was now. She would check later, when it was safe to use magic again.

Just sitting up sapped all her strength and made everything ache. The cramps must have been horrid. She was glad it was over, and that her Warchief husband was safe inside his fortress.

"Sir...Viktor..." she said softly, not sure if he would hear, but her voice was hoarse from disuse. "Thank you..." she whispered, and used the last of her strength to turn to her side so she could see his face before she fell back to a lighter sleep, if he didn't wake.