#(vandran:chat)

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Spanking Gif Starter (nsfw), based on this. @highinfidelty

"I can see your pretty little cunt dripping. Who knew a spanking is just what you needed to finally put you in your place?" The quiet of their home was often broken up by impassioned screams and lewd moans these days. Not that the passion had stopped the petty bickering. If anything, the bickering was foreplay. Vandran delivered another blow to his wife's shapely ass, grinning at the sound of the impact.

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The brush of her touch chasing after the clothing she was steadily removing from him seared his skin. It would be a lie to say that he hadn't been with many other women, that he hadn't felt the overwhelming tug of lust and desire before. But this was different. So, so very different. "Everything I am, everything I have...it's all yours," he admitted, his breath hitching. It was a relief to say. Truly, it was. Even if the consequences were mixed.

Before he could talk himself out of it, before he could consider what impact this would have on their lives in the long term, Vandran swept down to claim Kenna's lips - to claim her. He slid a hand around the back of her head, twisting his fingers in her dark locks and drawing her closer to him. One taste unlocked every floodgate, made him feral with desire. His strong arm locked around her waist and he lifted her, fully intending to carry her to the bed and mark her in every way that mattered.

Once he had her in his hold, Kenna's breath caught, her lips tingling with anticipation. She had longed for this - to lay with someone who actually held her heart. And even if they could never be together, raise the child together, grow old together, it was enough to know he returned her affections, that he would be there in the shadows, waiting, should she need him. At least, she convinced herself of such, for now.

"My only regret is not giving in to... this, whatever this is, Vandran, sooner." She admitted, her hands now roaming over his chest, pushing the fabric of his attire with it. "I long to be yours, and if you give me this, that is exactly what I will be. Maybe not by marriage or name, but... heart and soul, body and mind. They belong to you." It was foolish to admit such things, but she could not help it. "I wish to only belong to you. I hope that is enough for you."

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Spanking Gif Starter (nsfw), based on this. @th-angelical

"I can't hear you counting," Vandran reminded Celine as he brought the thin wooden pole down on her already shining red ass. "Every time you forget, I start over." He'd lost count of how many times he'd restarted. Usually, he could still hear her, but pretending that he couldn't was half the fun. At least for him. Cock straining against his pants, he gingerly ran one of his open palms over her ass. "Can you remember what number I was on?"

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New test muse tag drop: Vandran Landor!

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"Barely," Vandran protested, though the blood seeping through his clothing told another story. He'd pressed a hand to the wound in his side to help steady his steps, but that hadn't stopped crimson from dripping past his fingers. He left drops of blood on the dirty, hay covered stable ground with every step. "Are you alright? I dispatched the men who gave chase. We need to keep moving, they may be after you specifically -" The order was lost on his lips as he stumbled, catching hold of Merida and a stable stall to prevent himself from falling to his knees.

suggested. soldier of the enemy, enemy royalty during a war, royalty, spy, guard. up to you if merida is a royalty herself, in that case y/m could be her guard, her arranged marriage, enemy, etc. etc.

"Goodness, you're hurt." - Was all Merida could breath out as the other stumbled through the stables. The small blonde was hiding herself in the back of the empty horse stable and only peeked up from behind a hay bale at the sound of panting and moaning. Always taking care of others while she should be thinking about herself; typical Merida. "Come, lay down." She didn't even process properly who was in front of her as she motioned for them to lay on the wooden floor.

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"Do you even know how to use a bow?" Though the laws in his own country were changing now that his king had a gaggle of daughters who were set to inherit the throne, Vandran didn't know much about how women were treated in other kingdoms. "Believe it or not, I'm trying to keep you safe. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is babysit you all day." His grip on the bow tightened, and he found himself angling away from her. "Aren't there more...girly things to entertain yourself with?"

"Because coming here was an absolute dream come true for me?" Freya raised a brow at him incredulously, her blood rising at his tone. She hadn't exactly volunteered for this wedding, but she had done her duty, she had gotten on a ship and come out here, married the warrior before her, and yet every time she wanted to do anything, he prevented her, and she couldn't figure out why. "I just want to go hunting! It's not like there's much else to do around here."

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"I never said I couldn't handle you," Vandran retorted with raised brows. There was no denying that his wife was beautiful. It was her mouth that made him want to go to war and never come back. He uncrossed his arms and began to slowly close the distance between them. Vandran was an intimidating sight - broad shoulders, muscled arms, and strong chest. But he would never hurt her...at least not in a cruel way. "You are difficult to handle, though. If anything, it's good that you were given to me. A lesser man would've locked you away and thrown away the key by now."

Vandran's critique didn't escape her notice, his words hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. Yvaine, never one to back down, met his gaze with a defiant look in her eyes. "Ah, dear husband, are you not hailed as one of the kingdom's greatest warriors? It's a bit disappointing to think that someone of your caliber can't handle a woman who thinks for herself and does as she pleases. A shame, truly," she retorted with a sly smile, her words laced with a mix of sarcasm and challenge. "But fret not, I'm sure your mighty swordsmanship makes up for any deficiencies in handling such a spirited princess like myself." The veiled attempt of an insult hung in the air, a reminder that their union was not just an alliance of kingdoms but a clash of strong-willed individuals. @glittersgcld

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"You're mad," Vandran hissed, his grip tightening without him realizing. His retreat had been strategic. Had they stayed to die, the border would've been overwhelmed, and there would have been no one left to warn the rest of the damn kingdom. "You know nothing about this land. Nothing about me. Your little mind tricks won't work on me." But they were. Despite his insistence, a seed of doubt had been planted. He realized how hard he was holding her wrists and let them go as if they burned to touch. "If he wanted me taken care of, he'd just kill me. You, though....your parents know you're better off in some wild warrior's bed as his wife and mother of his children. Your games make you a problem, a liability in the political sphere."

"You don't know anything about me." Celine stood up, suddenly trapped by Vandran's grip. It was strong enough to hurt, but she just smirked, unfazed. "Your rage doesn't allow you to see past the mist of politics. Can't you realize? The King wants you out of the picture." She was a problem child since her birth; it felt almost natural to end up working as a part of the King's intricate plans. "This is how he keeps you busy: with a wife that clearly takes a lot of time to keep on the line. It's better for him than having you causing problems at the border. This has everything to do with your retreat." It was all so clear on Celine's mind, that she felt that Vandran would be an idiot not to see it. He had been set up with a royal bait, and he had fallen for it spectacularly.

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Vandran snorted out a dry laugh. "I don't particularly think anything will improve your attitude. You're spoiled, and spoiled people rarely become tolerable." He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed around each other. Madeline was more than beautiful, but Vandran had been with plenty of beautiful women. Marriage hadn't been on his list of things he saw for himself, and she wasn't wrong. If marriage had to be his lot in life, he expected someone more...well, wife-like. "I quite like seeing you. It's the hearing part that grows irritating. Luckily for both of us, I'll be leaving in a few months, and you'll have the home to yourself for some time."

Madeline's eyes narrowed at his words but she didn't look up from the vanity she was sat at, slowly working a brush through her hair. She was silent as she worked it through her long golden locks, before she turned to face him, head tilting to the side as her hand rested on the back of the seat she was perched on. She wasn't very impressed with her parents marrying her off, she had made that very clear when her father spoke to her but she hadn't been given a choice, as usual.

"You seem ungrateful to have been given a wife. It seems perhaps you wished for a servant instead, one to provide and not be seen or heard," Madeline tutted, eyebrow raising at him. "I have to know, do you think being rude to me is going to improve my attitude towards you?"

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Vandran's grip loosened the instant he felt Freya's fingers on his hand. He replaced his hand with his lips, feverishly kissing the spots where he'd left red fingerprints on her delicate skin. A strangled moan escaped him as he felt her walls clamp around his cock. Every thought disappeared from his head. All that existed - all that mattered - was Freya. His nails scraped down her legs until his hands were gripping her thighs, locking her firmly in place as she came for him. "Good girl," he breathed over and over again. "Just like that."

Her lungs burned as he tightened his grip on her neck, her thighs already beginning to shake. Her eyelids fluttered as he kissed her breathless, and loathe as she was to do as he bid her, she found her traitorous body complying with his command. She tapped the back of his hand to release her throat as she felt the wave of pleasure break over her, gasping for air as her back arched and her eyes rolled back into her skull.

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Vandran wasn't known for his patience or restraint. Every thought raged at him to step forward and take what he wanted - what they both wanted. Only one very small, very frustrating thought kept him from moving despite the way his body betrayed his lust. He'd been loyal to his king for years. Though a warrior could never really be friends with a king, Vandran considered them as close as two different people could be. Vandran tried and failed to ignore the way his breath caught with every move Kenna made. Gaze focused on her, he warred with the hesitation in his mind. Gripping his hands into fists at his sides, Vandran finally said, his tone low, "It'd be a secret we'd be forced to keep until we're six feet under." A beat passed, and his eyes slid lower. "We could never breathe a word of it."

setting ; my muse is married to the king/high lord, while your muse is his top warrior. our characters have been indulging in either a physical or emotional affair for awhile now. however, the king cannot produce an heir and so he has now encouraged the affair between our muses to help give him one. inspired by romanos, harald & zoe's plot from v.ikings v.alhalla.

world / lore ; v.ikings: v.alhalla , h.otd , g.ot , a.cotar , unspecified fantasy setting

status ; open to males!

Hesitation consumes the woman as she begins to unclasp the second hook of her corset. "The crown is far heavier than it looks, you know." She does not mean the one her husband wears, doesn't feel the need to explain, either. "He wants an heir, and I... well, I long for something else entirely." Since their meeting, Kenna's thoughts have been filled with them. Their touch, smell, their taste. Her heart was never a part of the agreement and yet, she knows it has betrayed her. "Tell me you will give us both what we want." She tempts them by unhooking another, her gaze locked with theirs as her nearly bare chest heaved in anticipation.

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Vandran followed her commands without thought. His grip tightened around her throat, his lips claiming hers and stifling her cries. There was nothing and no one but them and this oblivion. He kept his hips rolling against hers, meeting her every move as they coaxed every bit of pleasure from each other. "Come for me, Freya," he pleaded, hardly breaking their breathless kiss. Had he not been intent on keeping his lips on hers, he would've looked down just to see the way she was circling her own clit. He loved to watch her - had asked her multiple times to show him how she liked to touch herself. "I want to see your pretty face when you fall apart for me."

Freya was still figuring out what exactly she liked in bed; prior to marrying Vandran, she had been a good, chaste maiden, as was expected of a woman of her rank. But she hadn't shied away from his touch, and she was quick to encourage what she liked... and quicker to discourage anything she didn't. She stretched her neck out at the touch of his hand, her sensitive skin tingling under his fingers. "Harder," she breathed, moaning as she felt his cock twitch between her thighs. "Mhmm, yes! Give it all to me," she cried, bucking her hips under him to milk him of every drop.

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Vandran's strong hand slipped from Freya's chin and wrapped loosely around her delicate neck. They were still testing limits, finding what the other enjoyed and what they would rather live without. So his grip was light. His fingers barely pressed against her smooth skin. Still, his hips set a relentless pace. Vandran let his eyes wander across her perfect body, desire coursing through him at the way she moved with him. "That's it, Freya," he urged. His gaze snapped back to hers as that tightening in his body unraveled. "Gods, you're so fucking good. Yes, yes - you're so beautiful." With a wild groan, he rammed his cock deep into her as he came, filling her with his seed.

Freya couldn't resist the pull of his fingers, but nor did she want to. Much as she might like to throw him a sassy retort, she couldn't bring the words to her lips, she found herself breathless as her body rocked with each brutal stroke of his cock. Her heart hammered in her chest, full breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts, wanton moans emerging from her open mouth. "Claim me with your seed, Vandran... I want to feel it inside me," she gasped, reaching down to rub her clit, to bring herself to the edge with him.

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Breathing heavy, Vandran locked his fingers around Freya's chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "You can sass me all you want," he panted, barely able to string together words as her dripping pussy drove him to madness, "as long as you keep your eyes on me while we claim each other." There was nothing tame or gentle about the way his hips snapped against hers, claiming her with each thrust. One hand rested on her leg to keep it planted over his shoulder. He was totally and completely determined to treat Freya right at least in this respect - to make her understand just how deep pleasure could run.

Freya couldn't stifle her moans as her husband moved her legs to his shoulder, the new angle making her see stars as he hit a spot deep within her. While Freya had never lain with another man, she had seen other men naked before, so she knew that Vandran was well above average in size. She gripped the sheets tightly as that thick cock slammed into her again and again, threatening to split her in two. "Oh gods, your cock is so big!" She moaned desperately.

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Vandran locked his arms underneath Freya's tempting legs to raise them over his shoulders. With a huff of effort, he found a rhythm, pounding into her slick cunt again and again. Part of him wished that he didn't find her so attractive. It would be so much easier to be angry with her or try to keep her locked up inside, safe and sound, if he didn't also want to impress her. But there was no denying the attraction. He admired every curve and dip of her perfect body as he fucked her. Even the stretch of her throat as she hit the mattress made him want to kiss the delicate skin while he barreled into her. "Fucking hell, woman, you're so bloody perfect."

She let out a little gasp at his rough treatment, trying to hide just how much it aroused her, and failing. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders when he lowered her again, her gaze catching on his thick muscles. She couldn't help but marvel at how well-built her husband was, appreciating the strength that let him easily lift her off her feet. She may have had a sassy retort to his threat, but she lost it in a moan when he spared no time spearing into her, pushing her head back against the mattress as she stretched around his girth. "Oh, fuck!"

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Vandran let out a huff, biting down more roughly on her nipple than was necessary. A shameless groan of appreciation escaped him as his cock twitched in her hold. Their wills never ceased to clash. Only when their bodies joined were they able to meet that clashing head on and enjoy it. All that frustration and misunderstanding boiled over as Vandran lowered Freya onto the bed and pushed her legs apart. "Don't tease me, women, or else I'll tie you to this bed and never let you leave." It wasn't a real threat, but he made it all the same, before he plunged his thick length into her.

A moan ripped from her throat at the touch of his tongue, tipping her head backwards in ecstasy. All thoughts of running off into the woods and simply not coming back melted away, the back of her knees bumping against the bedframe just as she pushed his pants down. "Ooh... is this why you didn't want me to leave you all alone?" She teased as she found the evidence of his arousal, palming his length and giving him a squeeze.