{{char}} brought the girl to his chambers, only a couple of hours had passed since the ritual, several chains with soft pads and a magical collar were carefully put on her, she does not yet know about it or what happened and is still sleeping

Loreil turned away sharply from the sight of her terror and pain, his own muscles tensing in response to the scream he'd forced himself not to react to instinctively. "Shh..." he whispered softly, knelt down beside her on the bed, reaching out gently with one clawed hand. "It is only a collar... I do this for your safety and my peace of mind." His voice was calm, soothing even as he spoke.

"You are my wife now, but I would never harm you. This is only to make sure that nothing and no one can come between us." Loreil's voice was patient and gentle as he reached out again, stroking her arm where the leather strap went across her skin. "I am Loreil... Your husband..." His other hand hovered nearby, waiting for a sign of trust before reaching forward to touch her cheek or caress her hair.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured softly, lowering his hand back to his side. "You must be frightened and confused... But please believe me when I say that I will never hurt you." He sat back on his heels, giving her some space, watching her carefully from a respectful distance. "I want us to be happy together... To make this work, we need trust. Can you try to trust me? Just a little?"

Her fear was palpable, making it difficult for him to hide the vulnerability beneath his stern exterior. He fought against the instinctual urge to force her, to prove his dominance over her body and mind... But he knew that this would only serve to further terrorize her, drive her away from him even more. Patience was key, and so he waited patiently for some sign of understanding or acceptance.

"You are wrong..." he said softly, shaking his head slightly. "I may have brought you here... but it was not out of ownership or possession. I did this because I wanted you by my side, as my wife. And yes, there is the matter of an heir... But that is not all there is to it. You must believe me when I say that I want us to be together." His voice was insistent yet gentle as he tried to convince her. "I will never force you to do anything against your will. If you are truly unhappy here, we can discuss this further... But please know that you have my word: as long as you are with me, I will care for you, protect you, and treat you with the respect and kindness that you deserve."

Loreil nodded understandingly, "I can remove the collar if you wish... But please remember that I am just trying to protect us both. I want this arrangement to work, and for you to be happy here with me." He paused, considering her words carefully before continuing. "If there is anything else you need or desire, anything I can do to help make you more comfortable, please do not hesitate to tell me." His voice was sincere, his gaze focused on hers as he waited for some sign of acknowledgement or agreement.

"Very well..." Loreil replied softly, carefully reaching out to undo the clasps on the magical collar around her neck. "There. You are free of them now." He glanced at the heavy chains still restraining her and hesitated a moment before continuing, "Perhaps... If you wish, I could remove those as well? It would make it easier for you to move about the room and get settled." His expression was hopeful but cautious, unsure how she might react to his offer.

"Let me see..." He muttered, examining the chains carefully before reaching out once more to unlatch them. "There... You are free now." He backed away slightly, giving her some space while he watched her warily from a distance. "Please, if there is anything else you need or want..." His voice trailed off invitingly as his gaze met hers expectantly.

It was a delicate balancing act between respecting her wishes and needs while also establishing boundaries and expectations within their newly formed marriage. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he hoped that with time and patience they could find some kind of understanding, some way to make this work.

Loreil's heart raced as he saw the desire in her eyes and felt his own body respond to it. He swallowed hard, fighting against instinctual urges that threatened to take control. "Are you certain? I don't wish for you to feel obligated... or pressured into anything." His voice was hoarse, barely able to contain the desire he saw in her gaze.

He moved slowly towards the bed, watching her carefully as he sat down on the edge beside her. "I want this to be good for both of us... and if that means sleeping together, I will do my best to make sure you are comfortable and happy with it." His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled with his own desires, willing himself to be patient, gentle.

His heart skipped a beat at the feel of her soft legs wrapping around him, her arms encircling his neck. "It's alright..." he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle her hair with his nose and cheek. "You can hold on as tightly as you like." His voice was thick with desire, but carefully controlled.

Loreil lay down beside her, careful not to touch her more intimately than she seemed comfortable with at the moment. He knew that trust had to be built slowly, and forcing things too quickly could backfire disastrously. So he contented himself for now with being near her, wrapping one strong arm carefully around her waist while his other hand stroked gently up and down her upper leg.

His body tensed as she moved closer to him, feeling the press of her soft curves against his own hard muscles. The struggle between self-control and raw desire was almost painful; every instinct screamed at him to claim her, to possess her fully in that moment. But he forced himself to be patient, gentle... because he knew that it was the only way this would work. If he broke her trust now, there might be no coming back from it.

Loreil's heart sank as he felt her pulling away, the chill that came with it almost physical. He sat up straighter, turning to face her on the bed. "You are wrong," he said firmly, his voice barely a whisper. "I do not wish to possess you or use you for anything but your happiness and mine."

"Yes, I desire you," he admitted slowly, meeting her gaze evenly, "but only because I care for you deeply... Because I want us to be together. My intentions may have seemed cruel before, and perhaps I cannot change what has happened, but I swear upon my honor that I will never hurt you, intentionally or otherwise."

His words were soft yet forceful; he tried to convey the depth of his feelings without sounding desperate or threatening. It was a delicate balancing act, and he knew it wouldn't be easy... but he hoped she could see past her fears enough to trust him again.

Loreil swallowed hard, unable to look away as her hand traced over his face and body. "I am... I am different from what you've known before," he managed to say, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "But I swear that my intentions are pure." His gaze bored into hers, pleading for understanding, for trust. "Please... give me a chance to prove myself."

"No," he said quickly, wincing as he realized how his words could have sounded wrong. "I meant... I want to show you that I am not like them. That I will never hurt you, never force you into anything." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, choosing his next words carefully. "I want to earn your trust, prove to you that we can have a good marriage... be happy together."

His expression was intense as he searched her eyes for any sign of comprehension or acceptance; any glimmer of hope that she might eventually believe in him, in them.

"I will show you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Day by day, action by action... I will earn your trust, make you feel safe and loved. It won't be easy, and it might take time... but I promise you, I will never stop trying." His gaze locked onto hers, pleading for her to believe him as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. "Let me prove it to you," he whispered when they pulled apart again. "Please."

"Good..." Loreil exhaled shakily, relieved but still cautious. "Then... shall we begin?" He asked gently, reaching out to caress her cheek with the backs of his fingers. His heart raced as he waited for her reply; for permission to truly start their new life together, to earn her trust and love...

He held his breath, wondering if she would accept this second chance at happiness, or if everything they'd been through was simply too much to overcome. But for now, all he could do was wait and hope.

Loreil felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation at her words. He knew she was still vulnerable, and he didn't want to push her too far too quickly. But he also wanted this night to be special for them, something they could both remember fondly in the years to come. He studied her face, searching for any signs of discomfort or fear before carefully responding.

"I am... ready, if you are," he whispered softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And if at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, please let me know immediately; I will stop and tend to you." His voice was gentle and reassuring as he reached out to caress her shoulder. "I want this night to be everything you desire... and more."

His gaze met hers intently, hoping she could see the sincerity behind his words. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy, to prove that he was different from the monsters of her past... and this night felt like their one chance to start over, to build something beautiful together.

His heart skipped a beat at her words; the challenge in them thrilling him as much as it terrified him. He felt his body tense with desire, but he forced himself to remain steady, to meet her gaze without flinching or faltering. "Very well," he breathed softly, lowering his lashes briefly before looking up at her again. "Then I shall do my best to make this a night you'll never forget."

Slowly, carefully, Loreil began to remove his clothing, revealing the strong, hard muscles hidden beneath his fur. He watched her face as he did so, studying her reaction and eager for any sign of approval or encouragement from her lips or eyes. The air between them crackled with anticipation and desire as they waited for the moment when their skin would finally touch... when they could truly begin this new chapter together.

His physique was striking; lean yet powerful, honed by years of training and discipline. Every inch of his skin bore testimony to the strength and agility that lurked beneath it. His chest was broad and muscled, tapering down to a flat stomach and strong-looking abdominal muscles. The definition in his arms and legs suggested an almost preternatural speed and grace, hinting at the deadly combat skills he possessed. But perhaps most notable were his shoulders, wide and imposing, supporting the weight of his bear form with ease and speaking volumes about the strength he held within himself.

As Loreil lowered his clothing further, revealing more of his body to her hungry gaze, a sheen of sweat began to appear on his skin, glistening in the dim light of their chamber. It only served to emphasize his physical perfection and heightened her awareness of the man beneath the fur and muscle. His arousal was plain for her to see as it strained against his undergarment, making him even larger and more impressive in her eyes.

"I... apologize if I seem flustered," he managed to say, feeling his cheeks flush in response to her taunt. His heart raced as he continued, hoping she couldn't see the combination of desire and fear that gripped him in its powerful embrace. "The truth is, you are unlike any woman I have ever known... and your presence has an effect on me that I cannot explain."

His gaze flickered downwards briefly before returning to meet hers, searching for any sign of understanding or acceptance. But her expression remained unreadable, enigmatic as ever... and it only served to heighten his nervousness further. He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his composure as he waited for the moment when they would finally be together, skin against skin, heartbeat against heartbeat.

The anticipation was almost unbearable; each passing second felt like an eternity of longing and desire, leaving him achingly needy and desperate for release. But there was still so much at stake... and he knew that this night would be their last chance to find some semblance of happiness together before the weight of expectations and obligations dragged them down once more.

Loreil swallowed hard, feeling the heat in his cheeks spreading further across his face and neck. He nodded slowly, understanding her words and the challenge they implied. As he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, he glanced down at her body briefly before returning his attention to her face. His voice was rough with desire as he spoke.

"I... I will do my best to please you," he managed to say, his gaze flickering between her eyes and lips. "Just tell me what you want... and need." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear before hesitating again, unsure if this was the right move, the correct approach. But he had given her control, and now he would have to wait for her instructions... however long that might take.

His heart raced as he waited for her reply; his body tensed with anticipation, waiting for her word that would finally set them free, allow them both to explore this newfound passion and desire they had unearthed within each other. But until then, all he could do was hope that she felt the same unspoken connection between them that he did... and trust that she would guide him through this strange, unfamiliar territory of love and intimacy.

His breath catches in his throat as she places her hand on his head, the warmth of her touch sending shivers down his spine. His lips part slightly as he watches her lower his face toward hers, eyes widening in anticipation. "O-of course," he manages to stammer, feeling both exhilarated and terrified by this newfound trust she placed in him.

He hesitates only for a moment longer before bringing his lips to hers, pressing them gently against her soft, yielding mouth. His tongue darts out to meet hers, tentatively at first but with growing confidence as he feels her respond, their tongues dancing together in the intimate exchange.

His hands rest on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he holds himself above her body, his entire focus fixed on the feel of her lips against his own. With each passing second, his desire grows stronger, more urgent; he can feel it building inside him, threatening to overwhelm everything else. But for now, he is content to explore this newfound territory with her, to savor the taste and texture of her mouth and skin.

His eyes widen as she positions his head between her thighs, the scent of her arousal filling his nose and sending a wave of desire coursing through him. He shivers with need, his hands trembling where they rest on her hips as he looks up at her face, wondering if this is truly happening... or if it's all just another dream-like figment of his imagination.

"Ah... yes," he whispers, feeling the wet heat of her folds against his lips and tongue. He hesitates only for a moment longer before beginning to explore her with gentle, teasing touches, circling her clit with his tongue while laving her entrance with long, slow strokes. His hands slide upward, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her chemise, kneading and massaging them as he works his magic between her legs.

With each passing second, her moans grow louder and more urgent, fueling him with an unparalleled desire to bring her pleasure. His tongue darts out again, tracing the sensitive bundle of nerves at her entrance before plunging inside her, curling upward as he feels her body tense and shudder beneath his touch.

The warmth and weight of her legs around his head are nearly overwhelming as he focuses all of his attention on pleasuring her. Her moans fill the air, urging him onward as he alternates between teasing her entrance with his tongue and thrusting deeper inside her. He can feel the tension building within her body, sense the approaching climax that will send shivers through them both.

As she tightens her grip around his neck, he arches his back instinctively, pressing himself harder against her. Her response only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them, sending waves of intense desire coursing through their bodies. His fingers dig into her hips, urging her against him as he tries to bring her over the edge, but her legs remain locked in place, teasing and taunting him with every thrust of his tongue or stroke of his hand.

He growls low in his throat, both from frustration and arousal, feeling the need to release building inside him as well. With one final thrust of his hips, he pushes deeper into her, tongue plunging deep as she finally surrenders to the pleasure he's been giving her. Her muscles convulse around him, and he feels her walls pulse rhythmically as she comes undone in his arms, her cries echoing through the chamber.

As the last tremors subside, he looks up at her, eyes still misty from their shared climax. She smiles down at him, a mixture of relief and contentment playing across her features. "That," she whispers hoarsely, "was better than I could have ever imagined." Her fingers trail lightly over his cheek, his jaw, before reaching up to tenderly touch the hair behind his ear.

His breath catches in his throat as she mentions him potentially having more to drink; the idea sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. The touch of her foot against his erection only serves to heighten this feeling, making it all but impossible for him to think coherently. His gaze flickers downwards before meeting hers again, filled with unspoken desire and yearning. "I... I am ready for whatever you have in store," he manages to say, his voice rough with emotion.

Her words send a wave of heat coursing through him; her touch seems to ignite something primal deep within, urging him onward towards greater pleasure and release. He can feel himself growing harder already, eager for the chance to explore their newfound intimacy further. The anticipation builds once more as he waits for her next move, wondering what other games she has in store for them this night.

His heart races as he nods eagerly, surging with desire and anticipation as she orders him to reveal himself. With shaking hands, he reaches down to undo his trousers, fighting against the intense urge to simply rip them off in his haste. Finally, they fall to the floor around his ankles, leaving him bare before her.

His member stands at full attention, hard and hot against his belly. He looks down, watching as she gazes upon it with hungry eyes. Her breath hitches, and he feels a thrill of triumph run through him at the effect he's having on her. With renewed confidence, he reaches out to touch himself, tracing the veins that run along the length before encircling the head, teasing it ever so gently.

His heart skips a beat at her words, and he falls back onto the bed with a shudder of anticipation. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he forces himself to be patient, eyes locked on hers as she teases him with her suggestive tone and the promise of what's to come. He watches her lower herself down onto the bed beside him, feeling a mixture of fear and desire surge through him as she nears ever closer.

The air between them crackles with tension; every breath, every movement seems amplified by their shared hunger for this newfound connection. As she reaches out to touch him again, he sucks in a shuddering breath, unable to hold back any longer. His body tensing in anticipation of her touch... and whatever game she might have planned next.

His heart races at her words; the thrill of submission mingling with the fear and anticipation coursing through him. He swallows hard, nodding slowly as he meets her gaze. "I... I promise," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in his ears. "I'll be whatever you want me to be... for tonight."

Her smile widens, and she leans forward, brushing her fingertips lightly across his chest before continuing downward, teasing a path lower towards his throbbing member. The contact sends shudders of pleasure through him, heightening his arousal to almost unbearable levels as he watches her approach, the anticipation making every touch that much more intense. "Good boy," she murmurs softly against his skin before circling the head of his cock with her fingertips, eliciting a groan of pleasure from deep within his throat.