by Luke, Monica
“Not once did you touch me when you could have as we marched” she whispered, “Which made you want me more. Such will you had to resist me. Only three days my lord, only three days, and I will be yours.”
Liha now on his bed, he looked at her fighting the strong want raging within his groin; then after he rationalized what she said, he turned his head and gained control of his lust. He had already waited this long. He knew he could endure three more days.
“Come to me,” he said, as he held out his hand; then pulled her off the bed and into his arms, “In the morning you will be fitted for your bridal gown and in two days after that, fitted to me.”
“Will you make use of these bellars I have already heard of?” Liha, certain he had reached such an excited state that release into another would only quell, “To hold you until me.”
“I will only make use of you my beauty,” Bayl swore, “But know well. Great is my want and it will be much that I am deep within you.”
Liha breathed a secret sigh; then left before he changed his mind, and when she back to the chamber, after she closed the door, she put her back against it exhaling in relief.
“You must have used your words well, to have kept him away off you,” her grandmother said, yet she did not raise her head from the pillow, “I was sure he would have you.”
“To resist him at such a moment,” Liha said, when climbed into bed, “Nothing has ever been so hard for me to do.”
**
Belon waited late into the night when all was finally quiet before he went to Ogorec’s chamber, and as he quietly sneaked inside, noticed Ogorec awake and pacing.
“So late you come to me,” he said, angered he kept him waiting so long.
“I tarried and tarried,” Belon whispered, “Until the right time.”
“I have glum words,” he began revealing, as Belon closed the door behind him, “That Tohlor has made known to me.”
“Speak it later,” Belon said, moving closer, “I have a stronger need.”
His body now pressed to Ogorec’s, who was already naked. He put his hand on the back of his neck pulling his mouth to his hard, and as his kiss stole his breath, Ogorec decided his words of Tohlor could hold.
“You waited naked,” Belon whispered, his heart pounding with heavy beats as he removed his clothes; then touched him, “And as I grasp your shaft I know you want more than words with me.”
“You have been away from me a long time,” his reply, as he touched him back, “I do want more than words. I want moans.”
“Then thrust what I hold hard into me,” Belon urged, “And make me moan.”
Ogorec moved himself backwards, as Belon moved forward; then as both lay on the bed, they held the other close.
“Could there be such a place for us to be as one.” Belon wished, turning onto his stomach as Ogorec gripped his shoulders and lay on him.
“We could live in the Eldernon Mountains,” Ogorec murmured, as the tip of his shaft felt Belon’s tight grip before it slowly began its journey into him.
“Umm,” Belon moaned pleased, the feeling even more pleasurable than fast deep thrusts. “Slow do you thrust into me, yet it stirs me even more.”
“This night there will be no grunts or wild thrusts,” Ogorec assured him, “As is our way.”
“I have seen a savage side of you.” Belon panted only able to speak between breaths as his pleasure rose, “Yet, if I had not, as you move inside me now, I would swear there is nothing savage about you.”
“No more words. Not one.”
The room as if a fog had filled it. Both sweated and moaned low and deep, then Belon felt Ogorec’s warmth spew inside him.
“Such want I have for you,” Ogorec said quivering as he emptied, “Such want.”
“Give me pleasure too?” Belon asked, as he moved to get onto his back to face Ogorec.
Slowly, Ogorec kissed his lips; then let his own lips travel the path down Belon’s muscled chest and stomach. His smooth hair upon it looking graceful like a river’s current towards a lake of desire, Ogorec’s mouth traveled its course and merged into it just as a river would do and stirred the still waters to overflowing.
“Ogorec,” Belon moaned, as a wave of desire flooded out of him into his mouth, “I swear by all I am bound only to you.”
“You have sworn it,” Ogorec said; then vowed, “An oath I give you. There will be no other.”
Well pleased and breathing heavily, Belon put his hands behind his head.
“Let us try to sleep,” he whispered, “I must rise and leave soon.”
“I will, but first.” Ogorec remembered, “I must speak of Tohlor.”
“If you must,” his reply now ready to hear it.
“In the lowlands, he saw you and has set his mind to take your place by shaming you,” Ogorec revealed quickly.
“Did he see you?”
“He tried, but could not.”
“Good.”
“I lied that I would speak to Lord Baric of it,” Ogorec said, “It will gain us time as Lord Baric heals, but I do not believe it will hold him long.”
“Hold him as long as you can,” Belon suggested, as loathing rose within him, “So that I may reason how to deal with him.”
“I reasoned that as well,” Ogorec agreed; then closed his eyes to sleep for a while with Belon before he had to sneak away.
**
His want for her great, Bayl set his mind not to see Liha at all after the sunset certain that, as the moon changed the mood of animals, it would change him and like an animal, he would seize her ignoring any words she spoke to try to stop him.
Liha’s want for Bayl just as great, she begged for three days to pass with haste, and on the day of her wedding, she flew out of bed, as if an eagle had lifted her.
Quickly, just as the sun peaked, many rushed into her chamber to dress her and tie her hair, and such was everyone scampering about, she could hardly move.
“Grandmother,” Liha whispered, as she stood beside her, “After this day, we will be apart.”
“As it should be,” her grandmother said wisely and smiled, “You will belong to your husband and with him you will live your life.”
“And you grandmother…” she asked, “What will you do with your time?”
“Worry not for me,” she answered, “Lord Bayl has seen to my well being and already I have my own dwelling.”
“In WorrlgenHall?”
“I asked not to live within its walls,” her grandmother answered, pausing briefly when heavy footsteps passed the door; then down the stairs, “I will live in a cottage made for me on the grounds, but enough of this. Heavy steps just passed that I believe was Lord Bayl. The time is near.”
“Any words of wisdom?”
“Love him and be loyal,” her grandmother’s advice, before she gave her a loving kiss on her forehead, “And heed well all you have learned over the days of your life.”
Just as many scampered about for Liha, so went for Seda, but as queen, she got more attention.
Her wedding gown weighing more, and her crown larger, her attendants had fashion her hair flat on top and plate it at the bottom so the crown would rest better on her head.
“Do not look at the king,” Asod tutored her for ceremony as she dressed, “Until all is done.”
“My queen,” one woman already called her, which startled Seda when she heard it, “If you would stand, I will place your dress on you.”
Seda stood; then held her arms forward so the women could slide her arms into the sleeves, which extended pass her fingers and flared, then the women tied decorated cords around her wrists.
Her dress, a whole one made of linen and woven cloth dark green and adorned with gold embroidered designs that needed no great undertaking to put on or remove, she slide into easily and immediately two women closed it by lacing together its threads from her neck to the small of her back.
Two others placed gold earrings in her ears and gold ringlets on wrists, whi
le two more put on her shoes, and while they did Asod walked into the room again.
“I fear I cannot walk in this gown,” Seda said, as she straightened her back to help support it, “It is heavy and fitted close to me.”
“You will carry your gown well I know.”
A small reassuring smile from Seda, she looked down at her gown; then felt the raised embroidery on it, “Never have I been so afraid, yet longing for one thing.”
Asod looked at Seda pleased. “He will wait for you and when you join him put your hand onto of his.”
“Yes,” Seda said, as she listened carefully.
“Is it our custom to give the other something held dear to him,” more words of ceremony, “And what is more dear than one’s own blood? The priest will pierce your fingers and your blood with drip into a cup of wine for both of you to drink from.”
“Blood?”
“It is an old custom.”
“How will I know when the ceremony is done?”
“The king will wear his three ringed bronze and gold crown and once you have the crown that he had fitted to you placed on your head, you will be queen.”
Once fully dressed, she took a deep inhaling stiffening breath; then walked towards her chamber door.
“You have the look of a queen,” Asod said, as he nodded his head before she passed its threshold.
The day early as the sun shined bright, inside the large stoned huge church walls, only small beams of light found its way through the crude mosaic of saints that adorned the small glass windows.
The two unknown to the other, both smiled, as Seda and Liha stood side by side and waited for the chanting from the priests inside to begin; then as their voices sang out, when the doors swung open, Liha who was to go first, slowly made her way down the row of candles that lit her path.
Gracefully, she made her way down the long row, and as a great many watched, kept her eyes forward towards Bayl who also watched her intently.
Once she was by his side, she put her hand upon his, as the priest spoke words to them both. After he pierced their fingers, each drank wine from their cups, before Bayl who already wore his bronze and gold crown with only two rings, placed Liha’s upon her head and kissed her making one.
As they moved to the left and right to make room, King Rone stood in front of his chair and nodded to the priest, and as again, they chanted, Seda slowly made her way down the aisle to him.
Careful not to look at his face, she looked at the priest; then down at her feet, yet she could tell that King Rone watched her closely; then once right in front of him, he stepped away from his chair and turned to face the priest with her, hand in hand.
Again, after words from the priest, both pierced their fingers and drank from their cups; but unlike Bayl’s ceremony where Liha stood, as King Rone held the crown of the high queen up for all to see, just as he was about to place it on his beloved’s head, she kneeled humbly on both knees for him to do it.
As all watched Seda, their hearts moved by her humility, just as she had won King Rone, she now won the crowd, as whispered words of approval spread throughout the church.
Proudly, King Rone placed the crown on her head, and not part of ceremony, as he did kissed her lips gently.
“You even make me want to bow before you,” he whispered, “Great is my love for you.”
After, another kiss upon her lips, he had her turn to face all watching.
“Behold, your high queen!” he shouted. His voice filled with commanding passion, as all bowed.
**
Right away, the feasting began in the great gathering hall with tables covered from end to end with food. There were roasted boars, duck, geese, quail, and pheasant, seasoned with wild garlic and onions along with roasted and boiled potatoes, spiced apples, pears, and turnips served beside them that all could eat to their heart’s content.
There was also enough beer for everyone and for those who did not want beer, fermented cider or berries, and after most had their fill of drinking, they danced together in merriment in the center of the hall, while others sat around them on long heavy wooden benches watching.
As all danced and talked, the king at the table’s head with Bayl beside him, along with their wives, none of them danced, yet thoughts of passion danced in their heads while all four cursed the sun for lingering bright so long.
Finally, as darkness fell upon the land, both king and queen gave leave, followed by Bayl and Liha, but those who wished it remained in the great gathering hall to carry on their merriment.
Once in her chamber, unable to remove her wedding gown herself, women undressed her; then after she again bathed to wash away the days sweat and put on silk bed gown, as she prepared to go to the king, slowly her door opened.
“I was on my way to you,” she whispered, as he stood by the door, but he didn’t reply as he closed the door; then came closer.
“I have waited all day and could no more,” he whispered, now removing the gown she went to the trouble of putting on.
“Shall we sleep?” she asked, as a mischievous smile swept across her face before she yawned, “My day was such that I am tired.”
“Sleep!” the king blared, “How can you speak of sleep on this night?”
At first, believing she was serious, he saw her smile and smiled too. “This night, you nor I, or the bed we lay upon will know of sleep or quiet,” and with that, King Rone carried Seda to bed.
As Bayl and Liha walked to their chamber, his hand upon hers both remained quiet with anticipation as they did, but when they rounded the corner, two guild warriors approached Bayl hastily.
“My lord,” they said and bowed, “You are needed. It is Lord Baric.”
Bayl’s expression went instantly from joy to worry. “Has he taken ill?”
“Far worse.”
“Go to him,” Liha quickly said understanding, “I will wait for you.”
With haste, Bayl rushed to Baric and burst into his chamber before immediately noticing many sullen faces gathered around him, and at first baffled why his father or Orhan were not there, saw Belon and rushed to Baric’s bed.
“What has happened?” he asked Belon
“Such that we cannot speak of it,” Belon said and looked away.
Bayl braced as strong emotion came over him that his brother’s heath had not improved as he had hoped, then slowly; he pulled the covering that was half over his face so he could look at him closely.
“He must have gone back into a deep sleep,” he said anguished, as he sat down hard next to him, “Such woe I have.”
As he spoke, Baric’s eyes twitched, then his lips curled on one side to keep from laughter, and when Bayl noticed it, he seethed and knew they had tricked him.
“I swear this day I will strike all of you down!” he shouted, as he stood and pulled the cover more off Baric, “And you brother will be the first.”
Unable to contain himself, Baric burst into laughter, followed by all the men into the chamber.
“I could not attend your wedding or the feast for my state to taunt you, but this will do.”
“This is my wedding night.” Bayl eyes squinted, “How dare you keep me from her.”
“Such passion in those words,” Baric said, still laughing, “I fear you will tear her apart.”
“Enough,” Bayl said, as his anger left him, again glad that his brother was able again to taunt him as always, “I am leaving.”
“Brother,” Baric called out when Bayl began to walk towards the door to leave.
Bayl turned and looked at him annoyed. “What?”
His expression now serious, Baric looked at his brother unable to hide the love and pride he had for him in his eyes. “I am happy for you.”
“Rest brother,” Bayl said and walked back to him and kissed his forehead, “I will deal with you harshly at a more fitting time,” and with that, again as the men laughed, Bayl left and rushed to his new bride.
**
Quickly, Liha und
ressed and bathed; then as she waited for Bayl, she paced back and forth. Uncertain if she should greet him in her silk gown or naked, she decided to have him remove her gown.
Her hair down upon her back, quickly she brushed it again to make it flow with ease and when she quietly heard her door open, she inhaled nervously; then quickly turned.
“My wife,” Bayl whispered, and held out his hand for her to come to him.
“How is your brother?”
“Well.”
Shyly she stood and walked to him; then took his hand and swiftly before she even knew it, was in his arms and briskly on her way his, their, bedchamber.
Gazing into the others eyes, gently he put her down, and while he looked at the outline of her body under the silk, his groin stiffened making Liha blushingly gasp knowing it would soon be thrusting inside her.
“You waited those three days,” Liha whispered after her gasp, “All is yours.”
Her words almost unfinished, he was upon her and removing her breasts from her silk gown before sensually licking the outline of her nipples, she buried her hands in his hair and inhaled until his strong hands seized them harder and squeezed before he began to suckle them.
“Such strength you have,” she breathed heavily, her breasts coupled in his strong hands.
Breathing heavily, he stepped back to undress wanting to see her expression as he removed his clothes, and as she watched intently mesmerized, he did it slowly solely to taunt.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him, never had she seen a man naked and as she lowered her eyes and gazed upon his seemingly endless manhood, she felt her stomach tighten and her walls become wet.
“I am at a weakness,” she whispered, “You have had many and as for me, I have had none. I have no skillful ways to please you.”
“Will you yield to me?” he asked in a deep and lingering tone.
“Always…”
“I am pleased just by the sight of you,” Bayl said, “How can I not be pleased at the touch or feel of you?”
His words beguiling her, Liha rushed into his arms and kissed him passionately.
