Rose's Thorns

Chapter 17

I was back there, in the small village where I grew up, only this time I was all grown. Vaynir was there, he was covered in blood. I ran over to him, his hazel eyes glistening with tears. 

"You left me!" He sobbed hiding his face in his hands, his blond hair now orange.  "How could you!" He screamed. 

"It is what she does." I looked up and saw my mother, walking toward us, her face was pale and bloodless. She had two legs that stopped at her breasts, her insides dragging on the road behind her, leaving a trail of blood. "She didn't even stick around to bury me!" She screamed the word me, her voice louder than a lions roar. I began sobbing as I fell to my knees. 

"I wanted to, but I had to save Vaynir like you told me to." I cried. 

"Lot of good that did seeing as he is here with me instead of you." She grabbed my brother pulling him to her left leg, he grabbed her, his hands turning red as they rested in the crack of what used to be her belly. "Hope that necklace isn't getting too tight." When the words left her mouth I began to choke, the golden chain around my neck strangling me. I screamed and clawed at my neck, making more of a gurgling sound. "Now you can come be with us!" Vaynir said maliciously, an evil smile creeping onto his face as my lungs lost all of their air. I closed my eyes, tears falling as I thought of my baby brother, he would never look at me like that.

"Rowan!" I opened my eyes to the pitch black of a bedroom. I inhaled deeply filling my deprived lungs as I clutched the chain hanging loosely on the side of my throat. "Rowan?" I noticed Aspen was above me, his face painted with worry.

"Just a night horror." I said still trying to fill my lungs by taking long deep breaths. 

"What happened love?" He layed back down pulling me into his hard body. 

"I was back in Feylore, my mother and brother were there. They tried to kill me with my necklace." I said holding the emerald orb that was much like his. 

"You don't seem surprised." He observed. 

"Aye, this happens nearly every night. I suppose I was too distracted to mention it earlier."

"How do you ever get any rest? The moon has only just passed its peak." 

"I don't really get to rest, once the nightmare is over I usually take a walk on the woods or drown my troubles by bathing in a nearby creek."

"When was the last time you had a proper nights rest?"

"A few years ago, we spent the night in a place that looked like where I lost Vaynir. In the middle of the night I went around digging through the leaves, never finding bones belonging to a boy of nine. I slept the entirety of the next day in slumber, I ways naïve enough to think my brother was alive. I realized the truth when we arrived in a town I hadn't been to before."

"Tonight you are going to go back to sleep, and I will watch over you."

"No, tonight we will rest together. How am I supposed to sleep when I know you aren't?" I said placing a petal soft kiss on his bearded chin. 

"Then tonight we rest." His arms flexed and I snuggled into him, a moment later there were little clicks on the pine floor, then a weight on my feet. I peaked down at the blankets to see Cedar getting comfortable at our toes. My eyes began to feel heavy as I rested in my prince's arms. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until my eyes opened to the room lit by the window. Aspen was playing with my hair whispering incoherent words.

"Good morning husband." I said softly tilting my head back from where it rested against his bare chest. 

"Good morning wife." He said just as softly, he then brought his lips to mine. His facial hair again tickling my lips. I giggled before pulling away and looking up at him, a warm log was pressed against my leg and I knew it was him, well his other head. 

"We should get ready for the day." I said kissing him once more before rolling out of bed. I was pleased to see I didn't bleed through the cloth. I stretched before going to the bureau and pulling out my dress, along with the cotton underdress. I pulled off my night dress as Aspen used his pot, pulling on the underdress was easy seeing as it was loose. Putting on my emerald dress was more difficult seeing as there was a string in the back that had to be tied. "Will you tie this for me?" I asked aloud. 

A second later his warm hands were tying the emerald string that held the dress to my skin tightly. When he was done, my hair was brushed away from my shoulder, his lips pressed onto the bare skin. "We'll have to get you more than one dress my love. A queen should have a wardrobe full of gowns."

"After we travel my love." I turned to face him, the golden string still on my wrist from the ceremony the night before. I cupped his face in my hands, scanning his face with my eyes. His hazel showed confusion and love. "I never dreamed I would have a husband like you." I used my left thumb to trace his bottom lip. "I never hoped to be loved by a man, never wanted to share a bed with one, or carry the child of the man I would be forced to marry. For you, I would carry a million heirs." 

"There is no need for so many Ro, however three or four would be perfect, with at least one girl who looks just like you." I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him before nipping his bottom lip. Cedar yipped from the bed, I looked over at him to see his tail wagging vigorously. I walked over to him and stroked his head before kissing his snout. I sat on the bed beside him and looked at Aspen, who was apparently still very much naked. 

He was a true vision, dark hairs covering his thick thighs and muscular calves. His stomach was littered with the same dark hair, leaving only his scar barren. Even with the hair you could see his sculpted muscles. There was a thick bush of hair sprouting from where his legs met, and there was his third leg. It was large and erect. It was as thick as three of my fingers and was long enough to go from my elbow to my wrist. Another pain ran through my stomach as I took him in, needing to feel every bit of him inside of me. 

"Have your fill of looking wife?" He asked drawing my eyes back to his where he was grinning victoriously. "I think you have some drool on your chin."

"I see no point in denying the fact I find you incredibly handsome, after all you are my husband." He laughed before grabbing his pants from the chest at the end of the bed. "Wait, isn't it uncomfortable to wear those in your state?"

"It can be, but tis better than growing in them." I knew how he could get smaller, either he hit his release or he thought about something to turn him off. 

"You can relieve yourself, if you're put off by my presence I can leave. I would rather you be comforted." I said standing. He took a step forward, a long step. There was almost no space between our bodies. 

"You could never put me off love, why do you think I'm this hard hmmmm?" He smirked before putting his hands on my hips. "Only you can do this to me." My heart was beating a faster than a horse could run, my eyes on his. 

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I asked him. 

"Nay, and it wasn't because I was waiting for marriage. Women tend to look at me in fear, they can hardly look upon my scarred face. Even if they could, they would have used me to take my mothers crown. You my love are the only woman to see past the scar and the crown." I shivered when he placed his head on my shoulder placing small kisses on my neck. I let out a deep breath when he used his teeth to nip my ear, my insides turning into a pile of mush.

"I must be in hell for this is torture." I whimpered, his throat rumbled as he chuckled. My hands instinctively grabbed at his hips pulling him closer to me. I was pressed up against him, his stiff c**k pushing into my stomach. He growled, a deep vibration ran throughout my body causing me to moan. His c**k seemed to grow even harder before he took his mouth and pressed it to mine. I heard clicking noises but they were forgotten to me as Aspen pushed my body back onto the bed. He ripped his fur blanket off and tossed it to the ground before attacking me again. 

It was only a matter of seconds before my dress and under-dress were tossed aside with his blanket. He growled as he put his mouth on my right breast, using his tongue to draw little swirls in it. I reached down and pulled my bleeding cloth free, no longer caring about it. When it was free I grabbed a hold of his c**k and guided it to my waiting p***y. He looked up, staring into my eyes as he eased himself in.

I did my best not to cry out as he filled me completely, as I had heard the first time was painful. His eyes were closed as he moaned in pleasure, using my blood as lubrication. He started moving himself in and out at a steady pace. His head went back to my breasts, using my left n****e for his convenience. I began breathing erratically as his c**k hit a place inside of my body that had my toes curling. A knot built in my stomach, it was extremely tight, so when it snapped I cried out in relief. Aspen growled as he began to shake, his entire body tensing up. A moment later I felt something inside me, new and foreign. He groaned, letting his head fall to my neck as he thrusted twice more before pulling his body away from mine, his gaze no longer hazy. 

I looked down at the bed and laughed at the mess we had made. The sheets were covered with blood as were both of our thighs. "I think a bath is in order." I said getting off the bed and grabbing the clothes that were flung to the floor. I found my blood cloth and washed it in one of the basins Aspen brought in yesterday. When it was clean I put it in my p***y and walked over to Aspen was pulling on his shirt. 

"Aspen?" I asked, he looked at me, but it was with distance. 

"I never thought it would be like that." He said looking down. "I thought it would be at night, we would be so lost in one another that we would be occupied all night long. Not some fast thing even a common w***e wouldn't enjoy."

"The first time for a woman is never romantic, not really anyway. She could be in the most perfect place in the world, but it would never be perfect the first time. For a woman the first time is usually painful, they have a sort of barrier in their bodies, and getting that barrier breached hurts." I explained looking down at my hands. "I would rather have my first and most painful experience here and now, instead of feeling bad for ruining a night that was supposed to be special." I felt his fingers under my chin, he used them to lift my face so we could look at one another. He looked pained, rather than the effect I hoped the truth would have on him. 

"How badly did I hurt you?" He seemed exasperated. 

I cupped his face using my thumbs to caress his hairy cheeks. "It matters not what you did." I began, talking softly. "If anything, how we did it was best. It is worse if you stop and rest. When you keep going the pleasure quickly over powers the pain." I smirked devilishly. "And my love there was a lot of pleasure. If it makes you feel better we can call this a practice run, and the next time it will be perfect. There will be no pain on either end and the night will go just as you envisioned it." He pressed his lips to mine, in a soft kiss before sighing and pulling away. He pulled my under dress over my body before lifting me up. I squeaked but ended up giggling as he carried me to the bathing room.