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The Barbarian and the Bride (Closed to immortalmarshal)

(OOC: continued from over here)

Many other men would just up and leave, yes, right after getting that nice first fuck into a virgin spouse during a post-raid camp. And indeed, Cor should at least get up and get them both some food and drink before it's all gobbled up by the rest of the horde.

But for now, the older man just wants to enjoy the afterglow of consummating his new marriage. "...hush," he murmured. "Get used to it..." Really, it feels great, having a younger body beneath him after such a great fuck...

Noctis sighed softly as of course Cor refused to move or listen to him. There was no way Noctis was going to admit that it felt nice to be held by Cor after everything. The invasion, losing to savages, taken as a wife, hearing his father is most likely dead… it was nice to be held but Noctis refused to show it. He turned his head, away from Cor, and looked at the tent wall.

“Oh gods,” Noctis said rubbing his face as the embarrassment hit. Everyone probably heard everything which meant the savages knew that Cor had probably bent Noctis over and fucked him hard.

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While Cor clearly has had a better day that Noctis did, he's not entirely insensitive to how the younger man must be feeling right now. The fact that Noct's not trying to push him away in belated disgust - or worse, weep in shame over what just happened - is a small blessing in of itself, in Cor's mind.

He lifts his head in confusion for a moment, noticing Noct's belated embarrassment. But everything gets cleared up when some of his fellow warriors start singing a wedding drinking song...about the two of them. "...remind me to beat them after I get dressed," he sighs into the prince's shoulder. Not because Cor's embarrassed himself, but because he's cringing at how off-key those assholes are being.

“Are what they are singing true? That this is our wedding night?” Noctis asked, completely and utterly embarrassed. He had come twice and Cor had fucked him practically senseless. And the whole camp knew.

“I’m guessing for a warm bath is out of the question?” Noctis asked still looking at the tent wall and not at Cor.

"More or less, yeah," Cor murmured some more. He had been upfront about Noctis being his 'war bride', after all, so of course his fellow tribal members presume that this is their wedding night.

"Sadly, no warmth. We're stuck with dumping water skins over ourselves for tonight." He groans as he finally starts to pull out of Noctis, now that his cock's softened enough to do so easily.

“There was no ceremony,” Noctis pointed out and gripped Cor before the older male could move too far. Noctis took a deep breath and let go of Cor. “Go slowly.” He looked away again as he tried to ignore the singing and the feel of Cor slipping out of him.

“Is there a river nearby?” Noctis asked because the water skins wouldn’t be enough.

"I know that," he grumbles irritably. "I was trying to be nice and wait until we got back to the village for the general 'war brides' ceremonies before I fuck the maidenhood out of you..."

He did pause when Noct gripped him, but finds himself nodding to that request. The older man slowly finishes pulling out, trying his best to be a little more gentle as well. "There's one nearby, but it's well outside of camp, and I think it's about twilight now. We may have to have Prompto help guard you if you're insisting upon it..."

"You really need to work on your self control then," Noctis said softly before he bit back a noise when Cor finally and fully slipped out of him. Gods... even soft Cor was huge. "You started it." A not so mature answer but Noctis didn't care in that moment.

"And I insist," Noctis said without hesitation. As he rolled onto his side, slipping away from Cor and showing the older male his back. Cor's come leaked from Noctis' poor abused rear end. "I'm not sleeping cover in come and sweat."

"I didn't hear you say 'slow down' or 'ease up'," Cor points out, rolling onto the other side of the bedroll so that he could watch Noctis expose his back to him. A little smile tugs on his lips as he sees his handiwork.

"Very well--" His growling stomach, however, interrupts him. "...after we eat." And he sits up and starts reaching for his pants.

No, Noctis had definitely not said slow down. Oh no, he had encouraged and pushed for more. Cor had given Noctis exactly what he had wanted and Noctis had relished in it. Now he was starting to regret it.

“You opened up my side with your impatience,” Noctis said as he slowly sat up. The moss salve was long gone and Noctis was once again bleeding. It didn’t bother him and he carefully moved to grab his shirt.

It's almost a shame that Noctis regretted it. Cor, for the most part, really enjoyed it. He just regrets the timing of it all.

"There's more moss in the pouch," he remarks as he starts pulling on his pants. "I can show you how to apply it before I get our meals..." Better start teaching Noctis common tribal stuff now, since they're clearly 'married' and all.

“It’s fine. The bleeding will stop,” Noctis said as he pulled on his dirty, bloody shirt. He moved onto his pants that were just as bad. He would have to maybe somehow wash them in the river. Noctis pulled up his pants and winced as the fabric went over his ass. He gave Cor a glare.

Cor lets slip a frustrated sigh at that denial. Stupid, stubborn husband... He's going to have to have another long talk with him about accepting help when they get to the village, it seems. "If you collapse on me, though, I am leaving you at the mercy of our healers."

He yanks his own pants on, before pulling on his shirt. He doesn't reach for any armor, not when they wouldn't be going very far. But he does, at least, grab his sword to strap to his waist - just in case. "Can't promise anything nice-smelling to scrub yourself with, but at least the water's clean enough to wash everything off."

“It’s barely a cut. You pulled back at the last second,” Noctis said giving Cor a look. He had noticed that move and it rubbed him the wrong way. Cor had clearly gone east on him and Noctis still had lost. He would have to get better.

“I just need to feel clean even if I don’t smell it,” Noctis explained as he stood straight. Did he really want to leave the tent and face everyone that knew that Cor had just fucked his brains out? Was what no doubt be a freezing dip in the river be worth it? He could feel the come leaking from his abused hole and Noctis knew it be worth it.

“What do I get my sword back?”

"...hn. So you can tell..." Cor sounds almost impressed, despite that look. "And you'll get your sword back after we get to our home in the village."

He hears someone approaching the tent. The familiar voice of the blonde floats thru the fabric walls. "Cor? I'm sorry to interrupt, but the chief really wants to talk to you. Now."

The older man sighs in frustration for a brief moment, before opening the tent flap. "Fine. I'll go see her. But I want you to accompany my spouse as he goes get himself cleaned up. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid again, will you, Prompto?"

"Yessir!" Prompto pounds his fist against his chest twice in salute. "I'll help keep guard over him - don't worry!"

Cor nods, and then turns to Noctis. "This is Prompto, who studied under me before he became a full-fledged warrior. Try not to piss him off, unless you like being stuffed full of arrows." And then the legendary warrior's gone, already walking towards where the majority of folks remain gathered near the greater campfires.

"C'mon - this way!" The blonde gestures towards the stream with the torch in his hand. His boy and quiver remains firmly on his back, but he makes a motion for Noctis to walk ahead of him.

Noctis was grateful that the order from the chief came in and interrupted their plan for food and drinks. Noctis really didn’t want to be surrounded by the enemy so soon after what Cor and he had just done.

Holding in a sigh Noctis walked where Prompto indicated. Noctis had no plans on misbehaving. He just wanted to clean up and then get back into the tent.

He followed Prompto’s instructions and soon enough they came upon a slow moving river that looked cold.

“Turn around,” Noctis ordered. He didn’t need Prompto seeing him naked.

Prompto's relieved that Noctis seems to be not causing him any trouble so far. But he shakes his head immediately after hearing that 'command'.

"Nuh-uh! No can do, buddy! Cor said to keep guard over you, and that means making sure you don't go running off the moment my back's turned." He actually sits down, as if to settle in for his 'post', with a slightly teasing grin. "If it helps, the stream gets real deep over there..." he points to a particular spot, not too far from the blonde.

“I’m not going to run,” Noctis said even though Prompto had no reason to believe him. Not after the chocobo incident. The young prince doubted he would be allowed to be alone for a very long while. He would have to wait it out. Just because Cor thought they were married didn’t mean Noctis did. The prince of that land still planned to go back. He needed to go back. His people and the country needed him.

Seeing that he had very little choice in the matter and Prompto probably heard everything that had gone into the tent, Noctis sighed, and turning his back to the blonde he got undressed once more. The night air was cool on his skin but Noctis knew the stream would be even colder.

So bracing himself Noctis took a breath and waded out into the slow moving stream. On dear Gods it was cold. He refused to show it, not with Prompto watching, so Noctis moved without hesitation into the stream. He got to a place that came up to his waist and with a deep breath he proceed to dunk himself. It was cold and refreshing and he could feel the sweat and come wash away. He would feel better after this. The cold would do good for his tired and sore muscles as well.

After probably what was to long Noctis’ head broke the surface and he turned to look at Prompto. “What can you tell me about Cor?”

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Yeah, no. By trying to steal Cor's personal steed to run off, he's basically lost his right to being fully alone for at least a moon or two. If it isn't Cor staying near his side, Prompto would be more than happy to play bodyguard/babysitter.

Which, he's kind of doing right now. Sure, much of his eyesight is focused on Noct's pale form under the moonlight. (And man, Cor is a lucky man to have such a handsome 'prince' for a husband...!) But he also spends every other moment gazing around for any signs out of the ordinary.

Until Noct asks about Cor, that is. Then the blonde's face lights up like a candle. "What, beyond all the legends and stories? Well, he's a hard guy to get his trust from. But once you have it, you got it for life! I heard that he traveled across no less than five different tribal areas to save his old mentor from the Wild Necromancer!"

“That has to be a story,” Noctis said frowning as Prompto gladly gave up information about his ‘husband’. Noctis dunked under for a moment, hands running through his hair, before he surfaced again so they continue to talk. His body was getting use to the cold and it felt very nice on his sore muscles and his rear end. “All of the stories and legends can’t be true. Tell me who he really is.”

"Nope! Not just a crazy tale - can confirm that it's real!" Prompto seems to miss the frown, being too caught up in the chance to tell Noctis all about his favorite legendary hero.

Though he did look a little confused on that last request. "What, like he's hiding some part of him? Only thing he's hiding most of the time is how unsure he is about many things. Y'know, when he has to meddle in leadership stuff, how to train us apprentices, how to handle kids... Though he's really good at the latter; I dun see why he thinks he'd make a bad father."

“Well that isn’t going to happen as I am male and unable to have kids,” Noctis said frowning from the water. He should get out but that meant going back to the camp and he really didn’t want to go back there. Everyone had heard and Noctis just wanted to be left alone. If they wanted him they would have to come find him.

“And none of the tales can be real. I don’t believe them,” Noctis said shaking his head. “He is just a man that is good with a sword.” His side would attest to that. Which ached in the cold water but Noctis ignored it.

"Yeah, that's true... Kind of a shame, really - He might've respected you a bit more if you were a princess instead of just a prince." And ain't that a lovely little hint there...?

Prompto gives Noctis a really weird look. "What is wrong with you city folks? Not everyone sees the spirits, but that don't mean that they're real. And just because you didn't see someone kill an evil wizard doesn't mean that it didn't happen. Only reason I can confirm the whole truth about the Wild Necromancer is that--"

He hears a rustle from a nearby bush, and quickly turns around while reaching for his bow. But it's too late - the thick club already swings quick enough to hit him square in the temple, knocking him flat on the ground unconscious.

"You always talk too much, shadow-talker." The man appears to look like many of the other tribe members - shaggy-looking, decorated in scarves, and dressed in furs. The glare he gives to Noctis, however, is anything but kind. "And you...you don't belong with us at all."

“Watch out!” Noctis had called out without thinking but it was too late. Noctis hadn’t seen in time and Prompto hadn’t heard in time. The young prince moved to get out of the water but stopped when the intruder gave him a not so kind look. Oh Noctis might be in trouble here.

“Well we both agree on that,” Noctis stated from where he stood in the water, it was at his waist so everything was covered. “But there is nothing either of us can do about it. I doubt Cor will let me go back just because you don’t like me here.” Noctis was watching the other male very closely, waiting for him to make a move so he could try and counter it.

The intruder narrows his eyes at Noctis, his sneer only worsening. "Ohhh, you would love that, wouldn't you? Go back to your people, claim that you seduced the mighty and immortal Cor in order to secure your escape route..."

The intruder spits on the bank of the stream in disgust. "Filthy city noble. You think that getting to fuck one of our own is your right? After you and yours took m'wife?" He starts to stomp towards Noctis, club raising up in preparation for another swing.

“First I would never brag about what Cor and I did,” Noctis said wanting to make a face at the mere thought of telling anyone that he knew about what had happened in the tent. Noctis wouldn’t tell anyone what happened. But then he really didn’t have to as most of the warriors probably heard it. Gods he would never let that down. He kept his face neutral as he spoke to the tribesman. “Second… I really don’t think it at all.”

Noctis tensed and he looked for some kind of weapon as the intruder moved closer to the water, his club raising to swing at Noctis. What Noctis couldn’t see was behind the prince, on the other side of the stream, yellow and red and blue and green eyes started to glow from the bushes and trees and grass. The spirits were watching. But Noctis didn’t see any of that. No, all he saw was a guy angry and crazy enough to try and kill him and there was no weapon in sight. So Noctis did the one thing he thought he would never do.

“Cor!” Noctis yelled the name loud and clear and hoped that someone from the camp heard him.

They heard; they all heard Noctis getting his brains fucked out in such a 'happy' manner. Which is why this man is so very angry when the prince tried to correct him. "Shuddup! He don't got no right to have you for his fuck toy! He don't even--"

He stops, however, as soon as he sees those eyes. The colors drain from his face for a moment or two. "O-Oh...O mightly spirits of the forest! Please, hear by plea...!"

He points the club at Noctis. "This one, his father...they dared to spit on our traditions, defiled your homes, and slew many of our people! Avenge us--" It almost sounds like he's trying to feed Noctis to the forest spirits in order to save his own skin...which is very likely.

But the man forgot, in his rage, that the Great Spirits do judge a man based on his heart as well as his actions...

Every time Noctis was going to get some kind of detail about Cor the person seemed to always get cut off. This time Noctis wasn’t too sure if the guy was right in the head when he started to sprout out something about spirits and how horrible he and his father were. Noctis did notice that the guy was no longer looking at him but actually behind him.

Was this a ploy? A trick to get Noctis to turn so he would be vulnerable? Well the prince wasn’t going to fall for it. He kept facing the attacker. “If you are doing that to make me look, then you will be sorely disappointed.”

Ghost like coeurl started to slowly walk out of the bush. There were two of them and they kept their eyes on the tribesman.

It certainly seems that way. But perhaps it is because they are still very far from Cor's personal home. At least there, he would have the best possible chance to hear everything...eventually.

The intruder looks like he's about to plea again for a few moments. And then an idea lights up his eyes, his face twisting into an evil grin. It's as if he didn't hear the prince's snarky response. "Yes...of course. That's why they don't attack. I must restore honor to my family... Must prove that I am still a capable warrior..."

He rushes at Noctis, club raised and screaming a warcry. Little does he know, however, that only one of those two humans are walking away alive...

“What are you-“ Noctis was cut off as the strange warrior seemed to change from being scared to aggressive in a blink of an eye. Noctis was taken back and he tried to move out of the way of the warrior as he came swinging like a mad man. But Noctis slipped on a rock in the river and he got hit hard in the side by the club. The prince tried to scramble away as the intruder raised his club to strike again.

That is when the coeurl attacked. The ghost felines jumped over Noctis and took the intruder down, tearing him to pieces between their powerful front paws and jaws. Noctis’ eyes went wide as he watched the transparent coeurl and he back paddle as he held his side.

“What the….” Noctis had no idea what was going on but for some strange reason he didn’t feel scared or that the ghost like coeurl were a threat. It was almost like they were protecting him… though Noctis had no idea why.

The couerls had roared as they jumped over Noctis, and their cry was one of united fury. How dare this one assumed that they would approve of this prince's death? Not when his heart is not yet corrupted with true power? Such snarls and cries begin to arouse the camp, sending a shock wave of alarmed cries over the ghosts coming out of the forest...

Once they were done, one couerl turns to Noctis, while the other gallops towards the camp. The one facing Noctis seems eerily calm, even satisfied at killing that insulting human. She paws closer, close enough to sniff him...

And then she purrs so sweetly as she starts nuzzling him, rubbing her head up against his chest and head like some overgrown feline seeking attention. ~At last...our chosen has found a worthy mate,~ came a female voice echoing throughout the prince's mind...and it seems to be coming from the feline herself.

Oh gods. Noctis’ eyes went wide and he wanted to back away from the approaching couerl but after what he had just seen, Noctis knew it would be pointless. So he stood his ground, watching the ghostly couerl move closer. The prince knew he was done for and he was very much surprised when she started to purr and he tensed when she started to nuzzle him.

With a lot of hesitation Noctis brought his hand up and scratched behind her ear as she rubbed against his aching chest and head. And then she spoke and Noctis was pretty sure that he had died. He had probably died and this was all some kind of punishment.

“Are you talking… about Cor?” Noctis asked as he scratched the couerl, frowning. He was talking to a ghostly couerl. Yes, he had definitely died.

The couerl that had taken off, galloping towards the camp, slowed to a walk once he had reached the camp. It was like he was putting on a show, gathering as much attention as he could, as he made his way to the chief’s tent and his chosen.

~Yes, for he is our chosen,~ the female couerl explains as she gazes up into Noct's eyes. ~Most men would seek us out as their totems, and many would be found wanting. But we found him worthy enough to bless him from the start, based on his deeds alone...~

She presses a nose against the area over his heart, and a rumble-purr seems to travel from her into him, along with a jolt of what could only be magic. ~Mate of our chosen, you will receive my blessing of lightning travel. Use it in your hours of need, when you must travel far in such a small amount of time...~

Cor, meanwhile, hears the commotion, and trades worried glances with his chief. Ignoring her grumbling about Noctis being the possible culprit, he quickly moves out of the tent - and stops cold as soon as he sees his totem animal padding thru the camp towards them. Reverently, he sinks to his knees, bowing his head out of pure respect. "Oh, totem of my soul - speak, and I will listen...!" After all, it's not every day that your frickin' totem animal shows up in the middle of a large group of people, so it must be important...

Even the ghostly couerl knew more about Cor than Noctis did and the older male was his husband. It irked the prince and he would demand answers from Cor soon. Buti t was a very good sign that such a powerful and elegant creature like the couerl would accept Cor as their chosen.

Noctis blinked and his body twitched when he felt the couerl press her nose against his heart and he felt what was electricity? Magic? But Noctis understood that the spirit was imparting a gift onto him and he bowed his head in respect.

“Thank you… but are you sure I deserve such a blessing?” Noctis asked knowing what his people and his family had done to the spirits and the tribes and anyone different than them. “I…” He hadn’t been allowed to believe in the spirits so this… was so surreal and Noctis didn’t think he deserved it.

The ghostly couerl moved closer once Cor had knelt before him. The feline bumped his head against Cor’s in greeting and nuzzled his cheek. ~My mate and I have protected and seen your mate. You have picked well, Chosen. He isn’t yet corrupted by power.~ Came a male’s voice that could only be described as feline inside of Cor’s mind. ~We have blessed your mate and now you will be blessed. Stand.~

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