The Barbarian and the Bride (Closed to immortalmarshal)

[princeofnight]

(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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[princeofnight]

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.

[immortalmarshal]

~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...

[princeofnight]

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.~