Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 0:08:57 GMT -5
The taking of Llwyn Newyth had been successful, of course it had been easier without her cousin being here to take proper order and control over the threat, but that is why her husband had wanted to do it in the first place. He had been displeased all those years ago when Merthen was named High Laird. And if anything displeased her husband, Alis was displeased. It no longer mattered that Merthen was blood, Cruach was now her family just as long as Vaughns and Cadags were. She and Vortigen had been married 21 years, with six children and five of them still surviving, and that thought still plagued her. With three of their sons accompanying them in this take over, for them to witness a battle, no matter how easy it had been, and the remainder children left behind in Tor Uchyl, there was that question of whether any more children could be taken from them.
It was well known that many Cadags were displeased with this arrangement, so the threat of their supporters was still very real. Not that Alis was actually afraid of anything, she was a Vaughn and she grew up in a land of the unknown with the threat of the volcano looming over her family and lands for centuries. Any threat from supporters was merely a biting ant that could be crushed.
And to celebrate their easy victory, her husband took her to the master chambers of her own dear cousin and bedded her as rough as he liked. There were rare moments when he was allowed to not having to hold back and make their sexual experience different from how he took the whores he used to have. At least that's how Alis had perceived them as, because that's all they were. Until now at least, because the last one had died last year.
Violence and power is something that she most agreed with, so this was certainly one time that she encouraged the roughness. She would be sore tomorrow and it wasn't from the battle, in battle terms they barely had to lift a finger, so any bruises or cuts were in fact from this very long extended romp in bed or in the chambers itself. She couldn't even guarantee nothing had been broken. "Should we have another child?" She asked her husband as she laid there beside him, naked, a sheet of linen covering just their legs, not even the curve of her hips was hidden from her husband's view, that was almost a crime in itself.
It was well known that many Cadags were displeased with this arrangement, so the threat of their supporters was still very real. Not that Alis was actually afraid of anything, she was a Vaughn and she grew up in a land of the unknown with the threat of the volcano looming over her family and lands for centuries. Any threat from supporters was merely a biting ant that could be crushed.
And to celebrate their easy victory, her husband took her to the master chambers of her own dear cousin and bedded her as rough as he liked. There were rare moments when he was allowed to not having to hold back and make their sexual experience different from how he took the whores he used to have. At least that's how Alis had perceived them as, because that's all they were. Until now at least, because the last one had died last year.
Violence and power is something that she most agreed with, so this was certainly one time that she encouraged the roughness. She would be sore tomorrow and it wasn't from the battle, in battle terms they barely had to lift a finger, so any bruises or cuts were in fact from this very long extended romp in bed or in the chambers itself. She couldn't even guarantee nothing had been broken. "Should we have another child?" She asked her husband as she laid there beside him, naked, a sheet of linen covering just their legs, not even the curve of her hips was hidden from her husband's view, that was almost a crime in itself.