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The gentle jostling of a carriage was something that Alexander was used to at this stage in his life, from castle to castle, safe house to safe house, the young prince was used to moving during the war, it was a near constant occurrence, to be shuttled to and fro, sometimes on the whims of his father Tychkin, but most times it was to protect him from Ulv raiding parties, he imagined that quite a few warriors would love to make their name by capturing the crown prince of Jul, that was then, this was now. He was in this carriage not for his protection, though considering it was the middle of winter and the Northernmost part of Fjörður Mikli, the carriage was protection enough from the cold and drabness outside, no he was being ferried from his home, all the way in the Crestmore and heading to Ulveer, a place that in Alexander’s opinion was bastion of nothing but brutes, savages and destroyers of any and everything that he and his countrymen and countrywomen held near and dear, pillagers, butchers, and Heathens of the highest order.

Chalaco and Jul had been at war for six years, a war that started when Chalacoian raiders came from across the Frozen Sea, and began attacking coastal villages, Jul was not the only area targeted, Britor had also been subject to these same incursions by Ulvari, he’d seen many a men and women killed, raped, and captured by these bastards and his father after having far too many villages raided and much petition from his people, had declared war on Chalaco when the nation refused to stop its men and women from raiding their shores, at first they thought it would be an easy war, after all, Chalaco was a nation of heathens, who’d not even been given the grand light of Isran or his Mark, the wolves would capitulate in a few months and they’d celebrate with ale and wine and all other manner of fun things for winning against them. What they didn’t prepare for was for the war to drag on, for what was thought to be a few months of fighting to turn into six years of near constant warfare, seeing more of their people dying than who were killed in any of the raids combined, it was a war that they sadly lost, and they lost hard. But Chalaco had given them an out, a way to stave off being completely conquered, and Alexander was at the center of it. It was common in Chalaco during its many power struggles that two warring factions would mark a peace by a marriage of two of the warring powers members, and so two were chosen: Crown Prince Alexander and King Fenrir XV.

At first Alexander was taken aback, one by the person he was marrying, he thought he would be married to a princess or some member of lesser nobility like one of Chalaco’s many, many thegns, but apparently his father wanted to ensure that this truce had the highest probability of working and so petitioned for him to marry the king. Alexander was confused at first (until he learned that king to the Chalacoians just meant whoever ruled, as their current king was a woman.) He heard rumors of this king, that they were a fierce warrior, stronger than ten men and able to take on many a warrior in the field of battle with her weapon a runic blade named Úlfadrápari, if the stories he’d heard she was one of the strongest warriors in all of Ulveer and he was surprised that she was even considering marrying him, a weakling.

“My liege, we have arrived.” The driver of the carriage spoke from the driver's seat, the driver was an Ulv, they’d sent him to fetch him after he’d arrived on the shores via boat and brought to Ulveer itself, he did find it funny that he was already known as liege in Ulveer, and he wasn’t even married to the king yet, though that may be an honor he was given as crown prince of Jul, he was not sure wand he wouldn’t bother to ask.

“Thank you,” Alexander said as he opened the carriage door, not bothering to wait for the driver to do it for him, he looked at the capital of Chalaco, inspecting all the surrounding houses, they were longhouses with roofs of thatch and wood, not too dissimilar to the houses in the countryside of Jul, and in its center was a larger longhouse, no doubt the Grand Hall of the King his destination. He moved quickly, as the cold was getting to him, and while Alexander was dressed head to toe in thick furs, Chalaco’s winters had an almost supernatural coldness to it especially compared to his homeland of Jul. He entered the grand longhouse and was greeted by three things, the intense heat, no doubt magical in nature emanating from the firepit in the center of the longhouse, the smell of freshly cooking meats, also from the firepit as a boar and a cow were rotating upon a spit, and finally the sound of various ulv’s talking, fighting and singing in revelry could be heard, a veritable menagerie of different assaults upon his senses. He didn’t see anyone who seemed to pay him any mind, he made his way to the nearest ulv who looked like they wouldn’t bite his head off and asked them if this was the longhouse he was looking for. The person he asked seemed to be a servant or at least was in the middle of doing some menial tasks.

“Is this the longhouse of King Fenris?” Alexander asked. The servant nodded and then Alexander went about asking his next question. “Where might I find her? I’m Prince Alexander Tychkinvich” Alexander stated, and the servant bowed at him before taking him to where King Fenris was, he heard the sound of yelling and swords clashing and he came upon a training room, it looked like any room of its make, training dummies and targets lined it, but in its middle was a sort of arena where several soldiers surrounded one person.

“Come on! Isn't one of you strong enough to beat me?!” The person shouted as they banged a runic sword to their armored chest, two soldiers rushed towards them, and were parried by the person’s shield, they then punched one of them before using the hilt of their sword to smash into the face of the other attacker, using this momentary pause another soldier charged at them, and hit the armored foe in the back, knocking them off their feet momentary, they were only on the ground for a few moments before they got back on their feet, and rushed at the soldier tackling them to the ground and punching them in the face knocking them out they rose dusting their shoulder they removed their helmet, that’s when Alexander got to see them, it was a wolf which was to be expected, they had fur as white as pure snow and had a scar on their left eye, and another in the shape of an X on their cheek.

“My Liege, Prince Alexander is here to greet thee.” The servant said, bowing to the wolf. They turned to them and looked down upon Alexander, Fenris was taller than him, by several feet. She glared at him and then spoke up.

“Good, take your leave. That includes you lot. I wish to talk to Prince Alexander alone.” The servant bowed again and left; the soldiers did the same carrying their unconscious comrades with them. When the training room was empty, Fenris spoke up to him again, “I take it your trip was fine?” Fenris asked and Alexander nodded and he spoke up.

“Yes, well as well as it could,” Alexander said as he tried to look Fenris in the eyes, she was an intimidating woman, this was a woman who killed many on the field of battle with a sword alone, who lead many of her own people into battle and was personally responsible for many of those victories, she’d killed people he knew, including his younger cousin, he knew that it was a war and that people die in them, still this was the woman who brought his nation to its knees, and he couldn’t even look her in the face, “Though the trip was boring.” Alexander said and Fenris nodded.

“Well at least you made it, though a bit earlier than I expected, also alone, I figured your father would be accompanying you.” Fenris said as she started walking, motioning for Alexander to follow her, which he did.

“Father is a bit sick, but my uncle will be here in his stead. He’ll be here tomorrow. His transport ran into some problems.” Alexander replied as he continued to follow her. The longhouse was larger than its outside would lead one to believe. The spare room he would be staying in was one of these extra rooms that were hidden away in the longhouse.

“Well, I’m sure it will be fine/” Fenris said, not smiling as she turned away Alexander spoke up.

“Thank you, King Fenris, even if our… kingdoms were at war, I hope that things will be less… bloody.” Alexander said with a weak smile on his face.

“I do too, and call me Yrsa.” Yrsa said. Alexander nodded as he closed the door. One would think that Fenris or Yrsa as she was before she ascended the throne would be a brash and brutal warrior in all facets of her life, to hear the stories of her she was a warrior first and foremost, and while he saw that he also saw the non-warrior side of her at least for a moment. He would probably have to temper his expectations of Yrsa, especially if he wanted this marriage and this newfound peace to last longer than a fortnight. Taking a moment to assess the situation he was in he knew things would change, and he had to look upon the bright side of things. Getting undressed, he was glad that the room he was in had a bath and using it, he warmed himself up in its rejuvenating waters, seeping into his skin and warming him to the bones. It might be winter outside, but he would at least enjoy the warm waters of a bath.

After a nice bath, Alexander headed to the main hall where the main feast was being held in his honor, the best mead and wine would be open and people from all around would come to see the new king (he was still getting used to being called king and king, but aside from that they were husband and wife.) It was still something he wouldn’t get used to; he was crown prince but his father had been in charge for so long being the king was not something he even considered. King Fenris, or as she was known to those who knew her personally, Yrsa, was king for a long while before he was sent to broker this peace via marriage. Looking at the revelers gathered to drink, sing and enjoy the festivities before the wedding proper in a few days, it was a veritable who’s who of the Kingdom of Chalaco from prominent Thegns to other members of the nobility and then there were the skalds as they called them in Chalaco but they were known as bards in his homeland. They sang songs of battles long gone, of the king and her accomplishments and of the greatness of the ulv and their ferocity in battle, while battle-hardened warriors raised tankards of mead in the air with each verse the skalds sung.

“I’ve never been to an Ulv celebration. They are definitely… more jovial than the ones in my homeland.” Alexander said this was a half-truth, while Jul’s celebrations were lively, they seemingly didn’t have the same amount of revelry as Chalacian celebrations seemed to go for.

“Yes, they are a sight to behold.” said happily as she drank from a tankard of mead, Alexander took a sip of wine in return and tried to enjoy the festivities being held in his honor, many of the peasants came to ask of him a favor or a boon, he would try to answer them to the best of his ability. The celebration went on into the wee hours of the morning, with Alexander retiring somewhere during the night.

The next few weeks were filled with Alexander and Yrsa preparing for their marriage, it was an interesting mix of many traditions, Alexander didn’t know many things about marriage rites of Chalaco, he learned many things about the culture that would be his new home. He tried to keep his spirits up. It helped that his uncle had come and was keeping him company during the majority of the planning. He and Yrsa also tried to get closer. They would be spending their lives together, it would help to become acquainted with the woman who would be his wife. Sitting in Yrsa’s private dining room, the two were dining on some boar that she’d speared that afternoon.

“So, I take it you’re acclimating to life here in Ulveer well?” Yrsa asked as she took a bite of boar meat. Alexander thought for a moment before answering.

“As well as I can, I’m not used to the cold as you are, but I’ll adjust.” Alexander answered as he did the same with his boar meat, Yrsa was an accomplished hunter, he’d seen her fell the boar that they were eating himself, he watched it charge at her, full speed and ready to gore her with it’s massive tusks only for her to plunge her spear into its body killing it without even flinching, it was a sight to behold for him, during that hunting excursion he’d barely managed to down a buck with an arrow and to see Yrsa kill a boar with a spear while it was fully charging towards her: a sight to behold if there was any.

“I’m glad. I was… worried that you weren’t adjusting to life here.” Yrsa said happily a smile on her face, in the weeks since the two first meet Alexander had seen Yrsa’s softer side, the side of her that most people didn’t see from her, she was a warrior but beneath the iron and steel was a woman who often tried to keep herself from appearing weak. To her people she was King Fenris X, King Fenris the Warrior, but to her loved ones, she was Yrsa a woman who loved hunting, watering the few plants that grew in her home and eating new foods, that was the person he was learning to like, and maybe he would learn to love her.

The days dwindle down and soon the day of his wedding arrived, Alexander was as nervous as any man could be, this was a day that he would hope would go well, a day where he and Yrsa would become husband and wife, he was surprised how much he was looking forward to this. He’d come to like his company with Yrsa and he had hope that this peace would last, walking out into the main garden where the wedding would be held, gathered to watch the wedding were the many nobilities of the two nations, Alexander’s uncle, his cousin Yolanda and his aunt Tatiana. For Yrsa, it was her father and mother and her brothers and sisters who were a bit too numerous for Alexander to really remember. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the altar where he was wearing the traditional wedding vestments of Jul, a white shirt and white pants with a laurel wreath adorning his head. He wondered what Yrsa would wear. He expected her to be adorned in an ornate armor, considering how much of a grand warrior she was. The sight he saw when she walked out to greet the many guests gathered to watch them wed, it was one that made him nearly lose his breath. Flanked by her niece’s throwing gladiolus, lilies, orchids and peonies from a basket, Yrsa walked towards Alexander, her normally straight hair done into a bun with flowers woven into it, she was clad in a crimson dress that showed just how beautiful of a woman she was. To say he was awestruck would be doing the beauty and grace he saw before him a disservice. He was beyond awestruck. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he watched his new bride walk up and take a spot next to him. Alexander’s heart was beating hard and fast as he tried to calm his nerves, seeing him getting nervous. Yrsa did the one thing she could to calm him, her hands were soft and he could feel the warmth of his fiancé’s hand.

Soon the priest began to recite the rites of marriage towards the two, talking about their lives and being married under the goddess Miinná, the two exchanged vows talking about the peace that is born of this marriage and the hopeful love they would bring to each other. Then, with a kiss, they were sealed as husband and wife. The reception was just as lavish as the wedding in many ways, with skalds singing about the bride and groom, the various guests raising toasts in their name and honor. Yrsa and Alexander drank and laughed and had a grand time, till it was time for them to retire to the room that they would be spending the rest of their lives together in.

The faint sound of the party could still be heard, but they were alone and would not be bothered lest they interrupt their first night together as husband and wife. The air between the two of them was something that they didn’t expect. To no surprise of Alexander, Yrsa was the first to act, undoing the bodice of her dress, lace after lace was untied from her body and soon the loose fabric of her bodice fell off her body and she slipped out of it, leaving her in only a corset, she then stood up and shimmied out of the rest of her dress, the garment pooling around her ankles she stepped out and Alexander admired his wife’s body for the first time in all its glory. Scars littered her body, some fresh, some old. They came together to show the true beauty of his wife, his Yrsa.

“C-Can I touch you?” Alexander asked, unsure how to proceed. Yrsa smiled and spoke up.

“I’d love you to touch me, my husband.” Yrsa said using the new title for him. He swallowed as he moved his hands to touch her toned body, his fingers tracing up her belly, touching scars that have long healed, the softness of her fur contrasting with the muscles of her body. Yrsa let out a gasp when Alexander stopped at her breasts, being held in place by her corset. Yrsa turned around so that Alexander could undo her corset. His hands began to work to undo the binding. Lace after lace the underwear began to lose its tightness until it was loose enough for Yrsa to slip out of it. She then let out a gasp when she felt Alexander’s lips on the nape of her neck. Moving down so that he kissed every scar that covered her body.

“I didn’t think someone like you would appreciate my scars.” Yrsa said as she felt Alexander move his hands all around her body, taking note of every single scar on her body.

“They’re part of you, they’re what mate you Yrsa,” Alexander said as he moved to face his wife, kissing her deeply, he moved his hand to cup one of her pert breasts, kneading and playing with it, drawing a moan from the ulv’s throat, “To not appreciate them would be to not appreciate the beauty of the woman before me.” Alexander whispered into her ears. The canine felt her heart flutter. She pinned him against the bed, holding him down.

“Then allow me to show you how much I appreciate you, my husband.” Yrsa said as she moved downward, kissing and licking Alexander’s body all over, his was unblemished, untouched by the scars of battle, she stopped at his pants, seeing the tent forming in them, carefully she grabbed them with her teeth and pulled them down exposing his human member to the air. Her nose picked up the heady aroma of his musk, of his arousal, and it made the ulv grin.

“So eager.” Yrsa teased as she licked his cock with her long canine tongue, this caused Alexander to moan in pleasure, up and down her tongue moved against his cock making Alexander moan again and again with pleasure, all the while her hands fondled and squeezed his balls playfully making the pleasure grow tenfold. She then transitioned from licking his shaft to sucking and licking it at the same time. Her mouth engulfed his cock and as her tongue wrapped around it. Up and down, her head bobbed as she sucked her husband’s cock. Alexander was not used to this kind of pleasure, not even the few times he’d pleasured himself could not compare to the warmth of Yrsa’s tongue and mouth.

“Y-Yrsa!” Alexander moaned out, his body was filled to the brim with pleasure and he could feel himself about to cum, noticing that Yrsa picked up the pace, going faster and faster with her sucking. Soon, with a grunt, Alexander came. Thick ropes of seed flooded into Yrsa’s waiting maw and she drank her husband’s seed up greedily, like it was the best mead or wine. When his balls stopped contracting, she removed her mouth from his flaccid shaft and opened it to show that she’d swallowed every last drop of his spunk. But Yrsa was not done. She moved up his body, stopping when her cunt was right above Alexander’s face. She then lowered herself onto him so his mouth was kissing her neatherlips.

Alexander took the hint and tried his best to pleasure the giant wolfess, licking and probing her cunt with his tongue as she moaned out in pleasure at the sensation. For someone who’d never been with a woman, Yrsa found his technique wonderful, the way he licked and played with her insides, making her rock her hips back and forth, wanting more and more of the pleasure that came with him playing with her.

“Mmm, that’s right, husband, worship your new wife’s cunt!” Yrsa ordered as she tried to get Alexander’s tongue deeper and deeper into her dripping wet snatch, and Alexander obliged his wife’s order going as deep as he could manage, while he didn’t have as long a tongue as another ulv he made up for it with enthusiasm and technique. Soon Yrsa felt herself about to reach her own climax. Her pussy walls were contracting around Alexander's mouth and with a long howl mixed with a whine of pleasure, she came. Her juices flowed into Alexander’s mouth and he lapped up her sweet nectar. When her orgasm came to an end, Yrsa and Alexander were laying next to each other, waiting to catch their breaths and go for the main event of the night. Climbing so, she was straddling Alexander again, Yrsa lined her cunt up with his cock. The sight of this woman, his wife, a wolf of immense power and beauty naked and waiting to be claimed by him made his member rigid again. Seeing this, she smiled, lowering herself slowly as she impaled herself on her husband’s member and the two moaned in unison. Rising just slightly, Yrsa slammed her hips back down as she rode her husband. The two’s moans rose with each movement. As Yrsa rode Alexander, he grabbed her hands so they were connected. The heat, the warmth and the tightness of it all were making Alexander moan louder than his wife.

“Yes! Yes!” Yrsa moaned out as she rode Alexander harder and harder, Alexander thought Yrsa’s mouth was like heaven, but her cunt was even better, its tightness was nearly enough to make him almost cum when he penetrated her, he managed to will himself to not cum early. The two of them were in heaven with each other. Though Alexander was nearing closer and closer to his own release, he could feel his balls tensing and his cock twitching, and he knew Yrsa probably could too.

“Yrsa, I’m close.” Alexander moaned out. Yrsa smiled at him and kissed him as she rode him faster and harder, then she felt it. Alexander moaned into their kiss as he came inside Yrsa’s cunt. Thick, thick ropes of seed flooded into her womb, coating it completely. Yrsa moaned at it enjoying the hot warmth of her new husband’s cum filling her. She savored every single spurt of his seed entering her. Her mind thought of how she might look several months from now, gravid and with child. When the final spurt of his seed entered her, Yrsa rose up watching with delight as her husband’s seed oozed out of her, and she wanted more of it. Laying down, she waited for Alexander to get hard again and beckoned him to fuck her again. And he did, his cock getting hard again.

Plunging his cock back into Yrsa’s cunt. The two moaned again and again as Alexander fucked her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed her into an intense mating press, Yrsa loved feeling him inside her, being the one in charge and being submissive, it was something she could get used to.

“Cum in me again! I want your child, Alexander!” Yrsa moaned out. Alexander nodded as he fucked her harder and harder. This was enough to bring Yrsa over the edge for the second time that night, and soon following along behind her was Alexander. Who came inside her again, the sensation was just as good or better than the first, the sensitivity of her orgasm heightened the feeling of Yrsa being filled. Breathing and looking each other in the eyes, Alexander and Yrsa kissed again and snuggled together, falling asleep.

A Year Later…

Alexander had seen much change in the year since he’d married Yrsa, from the peace that he and she helped to create blossom and grow, and to their love bloom and lead to the creation of their twins. Holding his son in his hand, looking down at the sleeping infant, Alexander felt content, he glanced at his wife, Yrsa and watched as she fed their other son, and he admired the beauty before him. This was the life he loved and would not trade it for anything in the world.