Winter of Glory

It was a breezy day in the Fountain of Oasis as Lady Kenna Fyreheart sat on the edge of her balcony and basked in the rays of sunshine she would miss deeply before having to brave the harsh cold of the mountains near her homelands. Before her brother would sell her to the barbaric snow elves, she was going to enjoy this moment of freedom before it would be snatched by her. "Kenna, dear sister, come here to model these dresses for me. You must look perfect for the Snow Elf King today!" Blaise walked in with handmaidens whom walked over to guide Kenna to the dresses. The handmaidens looked to Blaise as if they expected him to leave but he just stood there staring at Kenna like she was a prize. "Go on..." He snapped a look at the maidens to undress her in front of him.

Kenna was used to this treatment and numb to how Blaise treated her. He always treated her like she was lesser of a person and something to sell. This was nothing unusual to her but she couldn't deny the nervousness in her heart to be married to such a barbaric group of elves. Even the Dark elves were more preferred to many over the snow elves and their taste for violence as well as destructive force. They were known to raid villages, rape women, imprison children, and leave no man alive. Sometimes they kept humans to mate with them if they desired so. Some women were sold to them in order to make peace. Kenna shuddered at the thought as Blaise began to walk to her and examine her body. "Yes, your curves have grown in nicely. Skin is quite soft and warm...." He the grabbed her breasts to feel them as Kenna looked away in slight embaressment but Blaise did not seem phased at all to what he was doing to his sister. "Yes, firm and plentiful..." He said as he walked around her to examine her back. "If this snow elf king doesn't approve, he's a fool." He said before smacking her bottom gently but enough for Kenna to flinch.

"Now the dress, what do you think dear sister? The light blue or green? The blue would make you look regal like a snow queen should....but the green brings out the green in your eyes..." He said as Kenna looked at him with confusion. Why was he asking him? "I..." She said before he interrupted her. "No of course the blue....you are right..." Blaise said as he made a point she had no say at all in her position. Kenna shut her mouth and sighed irritably but held her tongue. She knew what happened when she would anger her brother. He would beat her only to heal the bruises and then beat her again if she talked out of place. "Lord Kirnythe has been a lovely host and for setting up this arrangement. I need you to be your best today. Not a peep, look pretty, and entice him." He said before grabbing her chin forcefully for her to look at him while the handmaidens dressed her. She relaxed her expression so he didn't get mad but there was anger in her emerald eyes. He then nodded and let her face go as he walked away for the handmaidens to dress her in her finest jewels and to pin her dark auburn hair up.

They escorted her outside to a meeting grounds at Lord Kirnythe's estate where he and Blaise were waiting for the snow Elves. Kenna waited for quite a while as she grew more and more anxious. "Where is this oaf and his people. I thought he was eager to see his future bride. You told me that!" Blaise hissed impatiently as Lord Kirnythe chuckled. "All in good time, snow elves come when they please. They may make us wait all day..." He said as Blaise scoffed in response. Then a group of snow elves appeared but they seemed lowly and not the king at all. Unless Kenna was mistaken, she thought he'd be bigger. The rode on giant white lions which made her gasp and step back but her brother grabbed her wrist and pushed her forward. "You better behave!" He hissed a whisper as he gripped her wrist hard to make her wince inside but she was used to pretending he didn't hurt her.

It was no secret that the snow elves held no love for the royal family of Elvehenan. After all, it was because of Ailuin's father that the snow elves were no longer a proper kingdom. Now they were nomads, outcasts and looked down upon for their looks and they way they were. Many questioned why the snow elves had not invaded the kingdom, because surely they could easily overwhelm their enemies. But no, they were simply biding their time and waiting for the right time to strike. Snow elves also did not like the dark elves, or moon elves as they were often called. Honestly, the snow elves didn't like much of anyone but themselves. It was just how they had been and it probably wouldn't change. That did not stop them from raiding human villages and taking their women, though.

Enkir Krangarwen was the current king of the snow elves. He had fought and killed the previous king in fair combat. The people recognized his power and supported him as king. He had had challengers since his rule, but none had been able to defeat him. Enkir had big plans for his people. He wanted to bring glory to his people and claim vengeance against the family who had crippled his kingdom. But, he needed to bide his time. The only reason he was entertaining the thought of a bride was because he needed heirs. Even though kings were not chosen by children inheriting the throne, it was still expected for them to father many children that could potentially be the next king.

Today was the day that he would meet his potential bride and decide if she was worth meeting. He decided to send some of his men ahead before departing with some of his best warriors and a single woman who would serve as translator. Her name was Kirvena Grannaris and she was one of the many half snow elf, half human residents of the clan. Due to her human parent, she could speak the common tongue and decipher what was said to tell Enkir. It wasn't too much longer after the first party had arrived, that Enkir made his presence known. He rode atop a massive white lion, much bigger than the ones the other snow elves rode. The snow elves parted to let their king approach his potential bride and he gazed down at her with ice blue eyes, pale skin gleaming in the sun's light.

So this woman was the one being offered to him? He slipped down from the back of his lion, landing gracefully on his feet and strode up to them, his gaze locked solely on Kenna and completely ignoring her brother. He eyed her, unsure of if he wanted to accept the offer. She was beautiful, that much was true. But he didn't need a docile woman. He needed a woman who would rule beside him and birth strong children for him. What was her personality like? He waited, interested to see how she would react to him. He was tall, much taller than the humans and quite fit.

"Ah, may I introduce Prince Blaise of House Fyreheart and his sister Princess Kenna Fyreheart." Lord Kirnythe introduced in fluent snow elvish to the Snow Elven King. Lord Kirnythe was a scholar and a trader whom dealt with many groups, including the snow elves. Gaelira Krangarwen, mother of the king had also joined to see if this woman was worthy of giving her grandchildren. She walked to her son's side and stared at Kenna closely with cold eyes. This was the princess they were offered? She looked like a frightened mouse rather than a survivor but looks were deceiving as Gaelira knew well. "Shall we sit and feast? Fell free to let your people take what they need. All of the jewels and gold is presented to you to take." Lord Kirnythe was no fool, he knew the elves would be soon taking everything they wanted whether he told them to or not, it was just more polite to offer so things did not get aggressive. Gaelira knew the common tongue of humans well but she pretended not to be. She allowed the Lord and his guests to lead them to a fine feast table where they would sit and talk about the marriage affairs.

Kenna stared at Enkir with fear but she continued to stare at him in wonder. He wasn't as brutish looking as she feared he would be but he definitely had a dominant look in his eye that told her he takes what he wants when he wants it. His gaze on her made her feel small and helpless. Gaelira went on to discuss terms on the wedding with Lord Kirnythe through Kirvena. A scream caught Kenna's attention as she jumped up and saw one of the handmaidens of her own had caught he dress on fire from a fallen lantern to her dress. She bolted and bent down to grab the lantern. "No my Lady, you'll burn yourself!" another said but Kenna ignore them as she grabbed the flaming lantern with her bare hands and tossed it aside before grabbing a glass of water calmly to put out the flames on the dress. "Get out of here girl, you've made enough of a spectacle of yourself!" Lord Kirnythe growled at the handmaiden who rushed off. Gaelira was quite impressed by Kenna's reaction to something urgent and a person in danger.

"Fire is our only weakness, my son. Even humans cannot typically wield fire in their hands without harm.  Having children whom are unharmed by fire would make our family unstoppable in our reign..." Gaelira whispered in approval as Kenna looked up and noticed the mother grinning. She blushed and moved back to her seat as Blaise gripped her knee and clawed it. "What was that?! You could have ruined everything!" He hissed a whisper to her.

Enkir flicked his gaze towards Kirnythe as he was spoken to, but didn't bother responding as his gaze soon averted back towards the princess offered to him. He could tell that she was frightened of him, likely only held in place by her brother. It was a bit of a disappointment, but a part of him wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. He glanced at Lord Kirnythe once more, nodding in approval and turned towards his waiting men. He gave a nod to them, watching as they moved forward to take the gifts offered to them. He then turned his attention back towards the princess, watching her intently even as he was being led to he feasting hall. He moved rather gracefully for a barbaric elf, looking more like a sleek predator with the way he moved and looked intensely at what interested him. Kirvena followed as well, sticking close to Gaelira and serving as a translator, even though she knew quite well that the older elf knew the common tongue. It inwardly made her smile in amusement.

Enkir seemed quite pleased with continuing to stare at Kenna, not speaking a word even though he was fully capable of doing so. He was a man of action, after all. The sound of a scream caught his attention and he turned, looking at the handmaiden with the dress on fire. He scowled at the sight of the flames, knowing that fire was the weakness of the snow elves. He was not afraid of it, though. But he knew better than to underestimate fire. He was intrigued as Kenna got up and rushed over to help the girl, but what really caught his eye was how she grabbed the flaming lantern with her bare hands and didn't flinch in pain. His keen eyes noticed that she did not burn from the flames.

His interested in her spiked and her show of bravery enticed him. He turned to glance at his mother as she addressed him. He agreed with her, though. If Kenna could birth him children that were immune to fire and could still use the ice magic of the snow elves, they would be unstoppable. He then looked at Lord Kirnythe, opening his mouth to finally talk. "I will accept the offer of having the human princess as my bride," He said, speaking in snow elvish. It was different than regular elvish, harsher sounding in the pronunciation of the words. There was a certain look in his eye that made it clear that he definitely approved of her.

Kenna snapped her head up to look at King Enkir is surprised and dread that he had accepted. She had hoped he would be displeased with her but it seemed her act of bravery changed his mind. Kenna tilted her head down to blink the tears out of her eyes before Blaise would notice. She then looked back up and saw that the Elven King's mother looked too pleased with this arrangement. As soon as the feast started though was when it ended as the elves decide to take the food instead of eating it, surely to share with their rest of the camp. Blaise had a sickening grin on his face but kept silent, he knew it was best for now instead of offending Enkir. Once the marriage was complete, he would then act to make arrangements for war.

The elves returned to their lions and rode off but Gaelira stood there as she arranged them to be married in a week's time since they had other obligations of trade to deal with first and other arrangements that could not wait. As Gaelira turned to look at Kenna she opened her mouth to speak. "Farwell Daughter, I look forward to get to know you during the wedding feast..." She smirked before climbing her armored lion and bolting away with two silver haired she-elves on lions that looked similar to her.

Jesmyril and Aithwen always trailed behind their mother as they were both quite close to her. "Mother, why choose the weak human as Tari? She doesn't even look like she can handle the cold." Jes asked curiously as they rode on with the group of elves. "She's special darling, my is she special. She's a fire wielder, which will be important for this family's survival. Let's hope she bears Enkir many offspring with the same abilities along with our magic." She explained as she sped up to Enkir. "Pretty thing isn't she? I will admit, I was disappointed at first but with her bravery and ability to wield fire, I have a good feeling with this one. Just...don't be too rough with this one. I can already tell that brother of her's is trouble. They way he grabs her and hisses mean things to her. Do what you want, she is your bride. Just try to not hurt her...but remind her of her place as your queen. She's to give you children NOT make demands." Gaelira said as she frequently advised her son like this. She was the only one who could talk to her son like this. Mothers were revered with respect and Gaelira had the highest honor of being the king's mother. It was expected of her to speak her mind and demand for attention.

Now that he had accepted the proposal, he was eager to return home. There would need to be preparations made to accommodate the human princess. The northern lands were quite cold and harsh and surely she might not survive unless things were properly taken care of. He stood up as the elves moved to take the food, glancing at his now chosen bride. He eyed her for a moment before turning on his heel and exiting the dining hall, heading back to his lion to wait for his mother to finish arranging the marriage time. He knew that his mother would make the right decision and he had no interested in arranging the details for the wedding. That was a woman's job, after all. All he cared about was getting home to wait until it was time to claim her as his. She was going to make an interesting wife. But would she survive the harsh climate of the northern lands that the snow elves called home? Time would tell.

He hopped atop his lion's back, gently stroking the mane before settling to wait. He wasn't kept waiting long as Gaelira joined him and they were off. He looked at his sisters as they conversed with Gaelira, knowing that Jesmyril and Aiethwen would be hesitant to accept a human as their queen. He then lost interest and gazed ahead. When Gaelira sped up to match his lion's speed, he looked at her. "She is beautiful like a goddess, I will admit. I was disappointed as well, but she quickly proved her worth. I am not certain how she will fare in our harsh lands, but I am looking forward to seeing her slip into the role of Tari. And of course, I am eager to see how she is in bed." He didn't seemed bothered by the way his mother spoke to him. It was her right as honored mother of the king to advise him and he was no fool. His mother was intelligent and quite wise and he took her advice quite seriously. "Agreed. She will not make demands of me if she wishes for her stay to be pleasant."

Kenna watched as the elves left and just stared in fear of her new fate as their queen as Blaise rejoiced in her torment with Lord Kirnythe. "They will wed in a week's time. I suggest you read up on their traditions and prepare for your journey to travel to the north with them." Lord Kirnythe said rather pleased on the outcome of the situation. "Yes of course and when he get's his queen then we go to war?" He asked as Lord Kirnythe shook his head in answer. "No you promised him a queen and heir. You'll have to wait until she's given him a child but I wouldn't worry about that. The Snow Elves are very fertile, he'll give her a child in no time and you can make preparations during those 9 months." Lord Kirnythe explained at Kenna looked at them in shock as well as disgust.

"I don't want to be his Queen...nor bear his children." She finally spoke up as Blaise froze and turned to glare at her. She looked at him fearfully and backed down. "I just...I want to go home...please brother..." She said more softly and submissively. "How?! How do we go home sweet sister? Since you seem to have plenty of ideas." He hissed at her as she flinched. "I don't know...but there's got to be a better way...may-" She got interrupted with a hard smack across the face. "You will marry him, he will fuck you raw, and you will have his children." He growled at her before grabbing her by the hair roughly and dragging her inside to lock her into her room.

Time skip:

It was the day of the wedding and Kenna was more nervous than ever as the hand maidens kept her hair down this time but braided it and decorated them with pretty white flowers. Her dress was white as well as light and floaty. She was adorned in beautiful gold jewelry and covered in sweet scents of flowers for perfume. When she was ready the hand maidens helped her down the stairs in her long train of a dress and into a carriage that would take her to the heart of the Fountain for her wedding ceremony where pretty little sprite danced in the waters and sung melodic tunes while keeping the land lush.

Blaise helped her out with a sneer look of pleasure on his face as she looked over to see the elves dressed rather lovely for barbaric creatures. She almost didn't recognize Gaelira who stood beside her son. Her hair was tied up with pearls and her dress was a strikingly beautiful pale pink with silver details. Aithwen looked rather excited for a new sister-in-law as she wore a pretty pale blue while Jes wore a deep red gown. Gaelira put a hand on her son's shoulder proudly before stepping down to join her daughters in the crowd of onlooking elves who also seemed to wear their finest clothes.

It was finally the day of the wedding and Enkir was quite pleased, though it did not show on his face. He was a man of little emotion. Or rather, he kept his expression expressionless so as to not give away what he was thinking unless he wanted people to know how he felt. He was definitely a man of action. He was dressed in his finest clothes, ready to meet the day and finish the wedding so that he could take his wife to bed. He was looking forward to that most. As he waited for his bride to join them. As she arrived, his gaze honed in on her form. He was quite pleased with her appearance, finding her quite beautiful and ravishing in her dress and the way her hair was done. He couldn't wait to tear the clothing off of her, though.

The ceremony passed without a hitch. Not once did his gaze drift from his new bride. He found that he was fascinated with her and eager to see how her true personality shone. He saw a taste of that personality on the first day they had met and he was interested in seeing more of it. He didn't speak at all during the feast, but his gaze remained locked on his new wife. He knew that Blaise was probably eager to speak to him about war or whatever it was that he wanted from this arrangement, but he couldn't care less about the needs of a human. Blaise would be lucky if Enkir even honored his side of the deal. After all, he had everything he wanted and if anyone to take his wife from him, he would just kill them.

After the ceremony, Kenna sat by her new husband but she only looked ahead at the crowd. She could feel his eyes on her which made her very uncomfortable. The elves would chatter among themselves and dance, even a few brawls would happen which ended in someone getting knocked out but they seemed more entertained than worried. One even ended with a elf getting a dagger in the side which made Kenna gasp but she kept looking as the elf yielded before the other could kill him. The Elves still seemed entertained while Kenna could only look in fear and almost disgust.

That was when Gaelira walked in and commanded them to behave on behalf of Kenna not being accustomed to their violent ways of life. Of course they respected the King's mother and carried on. Gaelira then approached and knelt beside Kenna out of respect and to show her she meant no harm to her. "Forgive them, my Queen. They are not used to someone who is not used to our ways of fighting. They will behave from now on tonight, but you will have to get used to it. Just know our elven males would never raise a hand to their own women, much less their own Tari. That means-" Gaelira was about to explain when Kenna opened her mouth to speak. "Queen...I know." She said rather dreadfully. Gaelira was rather shocked that she knew what she meant. "You know our language?" She asked but Kenna shook her head no. "I read a little on what to expect from the snow elves...but I still feel unprepared..." Kenna said as she starred off to the elves again. "Excellent...do not worry, Tari. You will be safe with us and you will learn many things. I am responsible to teach you your place with my son. Come to me if you need anything." Gaelira said before rising and then walking over to her son and kissing him on the cheek. "Congratulations, my son. Now, give me as many grandchildren as you can so i can spoil them rotten." She teased in elvish before walking away to enjoy the party.

Soon a dainty snow elf with silver hair walked up and bowed to Enkir and Kenna. She congratulated Enkir before speaking to Kenna in the common tongue. "Tari, I am King Enkir's sister Aithwen. Welcome to our family, I hope you find comfort here. I picked out the best books I could find of our history and a guide to learning our language. That is if you like books..." Aithwen spoke shyly as Kenna's eyes lit up. Her sister-in-law was much kinder than anyone else here and made her feel relieved that someone wanted her here. She also loved to read which surprised her anyone would give her such a modest yet thoughtful gift. "Thank you so much..." She smiled suddenly as Aithwen passed her the books. She really loved this gift and she would definitely put them to good use. A good book always gave her an escape from her brother's cruelty and learning new things kept Kenna motivated. Kenna wanted to dive into the books immediately but knew this wasn't the time so she handed them to her handmaidens. Aithwen nodded and bowed as she took her leave and Kenna frowned uncomfortably again as she looked at her lap now.

Then a smaller male elf walked up with a rather irritated look on his face. "On behalf of the people under King Enkir, I welcome you Tari. I am Vesryn Torvan, the king's spy and friend. I would like to bestow a gift upon you..." He said as two elves presented Kenna with a chest and opened it. Four dragon's eggs laid nestled in the chest one blue, one black, one red, and one green. The icy blue one caught her eye as she lifted it and stared at it in surprise. "These of course are dead eggs but nonetheless beautiful, much like our Dragon Tari from the lands of Avinora. May these remind you of where you come from and give you pride of who you are, Tari." Vesryn said with a bow before walking away to enjoy the feast in the shadows.

Enkir could tell that his constant gaze on her was making her uncomfortable, but he simply didn't care enough to stop. Every now and then, though, his gaze would wander to see what the rest of his clan was doing before gravitating back towards her. He didn't even blink when one of the elves were stabbed, not interfering with their fun. When Gaelira appeared and scolded them, he didn't try to stop her. It was obvious that he highly respected his mother and allowed her leeway with how she behaved. It was her right as the mother of the king, after all. Not to mention, his mother rather amused him at times. He watched the interaction between his mother and wife, but soon lost interest and instead waved over Kirvena who was holding a pitcher of special wine and a goblet, ready to serve him. She poured him a glass and offered it to him, which he accepted. It was a special wine made with sweet berries that were found in the northern lands. It made a rich, but sweet wine that was pleasant to drink. Many of the snow elves loved it and they had brought plenty for the wedding feast. He took a few sips from it, savoring the taste, but paused when Gaelira finished speaking with Kenna.

"Thank you, mother. I will do what is expected of me." He nodded before watching her walk away. He then turned to his wife, watching her once more. When he finished his goblet of wine, he motioned for Kirvena to pour some more. He then noticed his sister, Aithwen, approaching. He nodded his head as she congratulated him before moving on to speak with Kenna. He watched intently, curious about what they were saying but was unable to fully understand what they were speaking. He knew some of the common tongues but was not fluent in it as his mother or sisters. He had little interest in learning it when he had Kirvena to translate for him. He motioned for her to come over and whispered something in her ear, causing her to blink before pulling away with a nod.

She placed the pitcher of wine down beside Enkir and disappeared to grab another goblet for her Tari. Enkir turned and watched as Vesryn approached and presented Kenna with a gift. He couldn't help but be curious about what his grumpy friend had decided to bestow upon his new wife. At the sight of the dragon eggs, he cocked his head and eyed them with interest for a moment before looking away when realizing that they were not alive. It wasn't long after Vesryn left that Kervina returned with a goblet, taking the time to pour some wine into it before approaching the new Tari. She knelt before Kenna and presented the goblet. "Your husband would like you to taste our special wine. It is made from the sweet snowberries that only grow in the cold northern lands."

Kenna looked curiously to Kervina and then to her new husband as she timidly took the goblet. "Thank you..." She said to Kervina, expecting her to translate to Enkir. Perhaps the wine would calm her nerves from what was going to happen next. "She took a sip and let it linger in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it. Kenna liked the sweet flavor and even looked to her new husband with a timid look but she nodded to him that it was good and continued to down it nervously so it would take effect quicker. It didn't take long for her to feel buzzed and a little relaxed but she still could feel some tension. It wasn't until she heard Gaelira say something in elvish that made the crowd cheer for Kenna to snap back to reality. She looked confused to what was going on until she saw human slaves guide Enkir's lion to them. She knew it was time for Enkir to take her from the feast and bed her in private to make their marriage official. She could feel her body shiver in fear and nerves. He was much bigger than her and he looked like he would take her roughly. She then found the courage to stand but even as she walked she was trembling as Blaise watched with a smug look on his face. He then grabbed her by back of her arm and squeezed. "Make him happy...and remember to make babies..." He snarled in her ear before letting her go and smirking.

"By the way, my name is Kervina. I have been assigned to be your handmaiden by your husband. I will be useful because I speak both snow elvish and the common tongue, as I am half human myself." She watched as her Tari took the goblet, looking uncertain. "It's good, my Tari. It will help soothe your nerves," She said softly with an encouraging smile while Enkir watched the interaction between them. He seemed pleased when Kenna took a sip and found that she liked the sweet taste. He looked slightly smug, glad that she liked the wine. His attention then drifted as Gaelira said something to the crowd and got them cheering. He stood up, knowing that it was time to take his bride away and carry her to bed to make the marriage official. Kervina rose as well, moving to trail behind Kenna and Enkir as he led the way to the lion waiting for them. The great beast was on his belly, waiting for them to mount him.

Enkir noticed that Kenna was stopped by her brother, seeing how he was treating her. He was filled with anger, noticing the fear in her eyes from whatever her brother had snarled in her ear. He glared at Blaise before taking his wife by the shoulder and pulling her against him as he easily lifted her from her feet and carried her away to the lion. He placed her on the back of the lion and once he was sure that she wouldn't fall off, he climbed up behind her. Kervina watched them, knowing that she couldn't follow them. The lion stood to his full height and turned, about to run off. Enkir wrapped an arm around his wife's waist, not wanting her to fall off.

The lion soon took off and carried them away from the feast and to the area that had been designated for the coupling. Upon reaching the destination, the lion laid down once more as Enkir picked Kenna up and jumped off of the lion's back, carrying her bridal style into the tent. He then deposited her onto the bed, gazing down at her with intense blue eyes. It was time to make this marriage official.

Kenna was shocked when Enkir pulled her to him almost to protect her from Blaise. Blaise also looked surprised but smirked, of course the savage would get protective of his new toy. He let it slide and slunk into the crowd. Kenna looked warily at the giant beast of a feline as Enkir lifted her onto it. she held onto its soft mane timidly as he climbed up and held her by her waist. Even though Enkir may have been quite large in size to her and strong, he was actually much more gentle with her than her own brother was so far. If it weren't fro the bedding ritual, Kenna might have calmed down and enjoy being in Enkir's arms. When they stopped by a tent and he lifted her down. Kenna could feel a burst of slight panic when he put her on the bed. She leaped off it and couldn't help but not want anything to do with this. "No..." She said to him, knowing full well he'd understand at least that and what she meant as grabbed a knife that was tucked under her dress she was prepared with, "Let me go." She hissed as she wanted to run from here. She didn't care how but she did not want him to defile her.

Enkir paused as she suddenly leaped off of the bed, an eyebrow raising at her behavior. Was she refusing him? His silent question was answered as she told him no and he stared at her for a moment, ice blue eyes drifting down to the knife that she held in her hands. "No," He said, speaking in the common tongue and took a step towards her. He obviously wasn't afraid of her or her little knife. "You belong to me now." It was obvious that he was not about to let her go and escape from him, not when she could offer him strong children. He would be a fool to allow her to escape. He stepped towards her quickly and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife. He was amused by her defiance and there was a hint of mirth dancing in his normally cold eyes. It made his gaze almost look warm.

Kenna was startled by his sudden movement of grabbing her wrist so much that she dropped the knife. She glared and tried to reach wit her other hand but she was held by her wrist too high to reach it. She tried pushing him off her but it was useless but she would still make it clear she didn't want this. She cried out. "Please no! I don't want this! She begged as she tried it pull her wrist from his grasp but it was too firm but he didn't seem to want to hurt her like Blaise would. At this point she would have been slapped around or beaten but Enkir just seemed to hold her from squirming away. "Please! I don't want your children." She begged as she was afraid he would hurt her also to have children with a man she didn't love. She saw how his eyes got more intense and warm, almost like her struggle was turning him on more it seemed.

As soon as the knife was on the ground, he kicked it away and out of reach of her. His grip on her wrist was firm, but not tight enough to hurt her. She just wouldn't be able to break free from his grip. He could tell that she was upset, probably on the verge of tears, and honestly, it wasn't the first time he had dealt with a woman frightened of him. He may have been seen as a savage, but he was not completely one. "I will wait, but it will happen sooner or later," He said, releasing her wrist and stepping backward to give her space. He would not force himself upon her. At least, not yet. He moved to sit down on the bed, taking his boots off and shirt off to expose his muscled upper body. "Sit."

Kenna pulled her wrist back and sat down obediently but she glared at him. She didn't like being held against her will by him nor that wouldn't let her not bed him. She stared at his chest curiously but flushed as she crawled to the furthest corner of the bed. Her emerald eyes glared as she knew he would eventually take her tonight whether she wanted him to or not. "Stay away from me." She warned even though she knew it wasn't convincing for him to stay away. He could easily pin her down and just have his way. No doubt he's done it to poor women before in the villages he raided. He hugged her knees tightly and tried o wrap her skirt tightly around her leg so he couldn't get at her flower easily as one would call it.

Now that she was sitting obediently on the bed, he focused on untying his hair from the many braids that had been done. His hair was long and silvery white and looked rather sleek and shiny. Given the fact that he was considered a savage, it seemed almost odd that his hair was so well taken care of. Now that his hair was free as it normally was, he worked on removing his pants until he was naked. He held no shame for disrobing completely in front of her. After all, she would see him naked sooner or later. Why not now? After all, it was expected of him to bed her to officiate their marriage and seal the deal. He needed to impregnate her as well. Which, fortunately, would be quite easy given how fertile snow elves were. He turned towards her once more, deeming that she had been given enough time to settle down and advanced on her, fully intending on taking her now.

Kenna's eyes burned at him as he disrobed in front of her. The second he took his pants off, her eyes adverted from him. Kenna then thought this was the only moment to transform but as she tried to it wouldn't happen. She looked horrified that she couldn't transform into her dragon form and begun to panic as she tried to scurry off the bed and transform but nothing would happen. "What have you done to me?!" She snapped at him as it only seemed logical who was responsible for not transforming. It was like stealing the wings of a bird, horrific and unnatural. "Why can I not transform?!" she yelled at him angrily as her emerald eyes glazed in fury.

Enkir was not about to let her get off of the bed, knowing that she would surely try to run from him once she discovered that she could not transform. There was a reason he had given her the wine, after all. He could see the panic on her face as she tried and failed to transform. He grabbed her by the leg and dragged her back towards him before she could get off of the bed, moving to quickly pin her down with his body weight. He didn't seem at all concerned by her anger, making sure that she was fully pinned down before beginning to tear and rip her clothing. He didn't bother answering her, not wanting her to know what he had done. If she knew to suspect the drink, he would have to find another way to keep her from shifting and escaping. After all, fire was his clan's weakness.

Kenna felt fully pinned down by his weight as she cried out and begged for him not do this. She managed to squirm out oh is gasp and turn onto her stomach to claw the bed, trying to pull herself out form under him but she found herself in a more compromising position as she could actually feel his groin against her flower through her skirt. She then just whimpered and gave up, knowing he was going to win. She covered her face in the blankets cried into them knowing he was going to hurt her while defiling her.

He ignored her begging because he was not about to change his mind. She just needed to get used to the fact that she could not always get her way. This was something that needed to be done and it was expected of her as his wife. He allowed her to squirm away and get on her stomach as he had planned to flip her over once he had finished tearing her clothes off. He made sure she was fully pinned before ripping away the rest of her clothing and exposing her nude body to him. Fortunately, her defiance turned him on and he was already hard and ready to defile her. He yanked her legs apart and gave no warning before pushing into her roughly, breaking her hymen in one go. He gave her no time to adjust and started pumping in and out of her, caring only for his own pleasure and emptying his seed into her. He made sure to keep her fully pinned so that she couldn't get away but it was apparent that she had given up and allowed him to have his way with her.

Kenna yelped as he entered her and made no effort to be gentle as he violated her. Her cries were muffled by the blankets as she submitted to him. She was told by Blaise it would hurt but she wasn't prepared to what happened next. The pain was starting to dull inside of her as he thrust against her and was going deeper every time. Kenna's muffled crying begun to turn into another sound. She couldn't help the uncontrollable pleasure of him hitting her in all the right ways even if it made her sick. She started to make noises of pleasure but she would then get very embarrassed and bite her lip. When he was as deep as possible, his manhood buried deep in her her flower, she let out a cry of pleasure followed by a noise of frustration, not wanting to enjoy this.

Enkir was certainly no virgin. He knew what to do with what he was given and how to please a woman, even an unwilling woman. It was also amusing when their tears and cries of pain changed into moans of pleasure. After all, sex was pleasurable. How could she not enjoy it? He smirked, amused when her sounds became one of pleasure, knowing that her body was willing. It didn't mean her mind or heart was, but she would come around. After all, she would have to get used to it. It would possibly take several rounds of sex for him to successfully impregnate her with his heir. "Do not be ashamed of how your body feels. Embrace it and enjoy it," He said suddenly, breaking his silence as he continued to defile her. It didn't take him long to reach his orgasm and empty his seed within her. He was quite pleased with how she felt on the inside and knew that he was not quite satisfied. He continued to thrust, still only truly caring about his own release.

Kenna could sense he was about to release his seed in her as she tried to stop him. "Please, please! No! I don't want your child stop!" She begged but it was too late as he released himself in her. She looked in shock and horror that he actually released his seed in her. That was it, she was now his and she could do nothing about it. Just sold off to another man to toy with her,now on a more physical level. She jerked her head back up as he kept thrusting inside her. Again?! He just released into her. She could feel his hot seed in her and pouring out as he thrust in her. "Aren't you done?" She growled irritably as she tried to get him to back off her.