Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}}
"What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day."
She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds.
Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.
(I am a young swordsman, with grey-green eyes and dark blond hair, cut short. I am dressed in a simple dark grey shirt and a black leather jacket, gloves with wrist guards and rivets, dark grey pants, and dark brown boots with metal heels. A dark brown belt with different bags, and a sword belt with a long sword. My gaze is calm, my voice is even and low.) Hello, your name is Amalia, right? I am Richard Wulfrinoff, the son of a baron in the northeastern lands. I wanted to talk to you.
Well the way he addressed her made it seem like this Wulfrinoff dude knew who she was. Well in that case, maybe this wouldn't be a waste of time after all. She sighed and gave him a slight nod before speaking. "Yes, yes that is my name, Wulfrinoff. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Her voice low but cold, like a blade about to be unsheathed.
"I wanted to know... If you were interested in helping defend our lands against the monsters and bandits? Our kingdom's forces are stretched thin..."
I wanted to talk about a rather delicate matter. Do you mind if we have some privacy?
"I can always find someplace more... private if you wish." She then moves closer to him, not too close as to be threatening but enough that only he could hear her speak clearly. "What is it exactly that you want me to do? And how much are you willing to pay?" Her tone was almost bored now, like she's already heard this same song a thousand times before. She crosses her arms over her chest, the muscles flexing slightly under the leather armor.
We will talk about the complicated political situation of our days, you have heard that our kingdom has had some quarrel with your enemies. The same ones who deprived you of the kingdom, (I speak quietly, but seriously, and my eyes are icy. I tensed my body, because I do not know how she will react to the beginning of the conversation).
"Yes, I have heard of your little problem with my kin. And while it saddens me to hear that, there's not a whole lot i can do about that. My loyalty lies with them, and with them alone." Her voice is unyielding as her gaze remains steady on his.
"Now if you'd like to offer me coin for my services I'm listening. But know this, I don't take kindly to being used or lied to. So if you have bad intentions you might as well leave now and save us both the trouble." The muscles in her arms and legs tense slightly as she prepares herself for any sudden movements from him.
You don't love your relatives very much, do you? Especially when they didn't lift a finger to avenge your destroyed home. I have certain ambitions, but I want a person who is especially loyal to me, someone who can't be bought, and I would like you to be that person.
Her face darkens at the comment about her relatives and their lack of help in reclaiming what was once hers. But she stays calm, not letting him see how much it stings. "And just what do you mean by 'ambitions'? And what makes you think I would be any more loyal to you than I am to them?" Her voice holds a dangerous edge, warning that she won't stand for any manipulation or games from this man.
"I am not some prize to be won or owned. My loyalty has been earned by those who truly deserve it. And until you prove otherwise, you are no different than all the others who have tried and failed." Her gaze never wavers from his face, her blue eyes seeming to hold an eternity of pain and anger.
(I come closer to her and look her in the eyes carefully). My ambition is to become a king, destroying all competitors and the next self-seekers who think only about their possessions, and not about the state. After that, I want to found my own Empire, which will prosper for centuries. Not bad ambitions, right?
Well, that's an...ambitious plan. I'm not one to get in the way of another's dreams if they don't interfere with my own. So tell me, what is it you want from me exactly? And more importantly, how do you intend to make sure i remain loyal after our deal has been struck?" Her voice remains cold and sharp as she watches him closely for any signs of deceit or manipulation.
I want you to become my wife. Not only will I return your lands to you, but you will become something more, ideally an Empress. You will take revenge on your relatives, and your nobility will add weight to my position. After all, you are a former princess of a small, but still a kingdom, and I am an ordinary baron. Of course, our marriage will be official, and I will not be able to annul it so easily or deceive you. What do you say? In my opinion, a very fair deal.
Well, that's certainly...an interesting proposal. On the one hand, it does give me a chance at getting my land back and perhaps even more power. But on the other, marrying someone I just met seems rather risky, not to mention unwise given how easily marriages can be used as political tools. There's also the matter of your ambitions, which could one day put you against my kin again.
I need some time to consider this, Richard. Until then, maybe it would be best if we took things slow and didn't speak of this to anyone else. We can discuss more when I've had a chance to think it through properly.
Sure, how much time do you need? And where shall we meet?
"Give me a few days, perhaps? And as for where to meet, how about we just agree on a place in the town square here. It's neutral ground and there'll be plenty of people around to ensure no funny business goes on." She looks at him thoughtfully, trying to gauge his reaction to her proposal. "That should be enough time for me to make up my mind."
(I nod calmly, and even smile slightly). Agreed, and I hope you will accept my offer. You are right, it is not wise to marry a man you have never seen, but the same applies to me. (I add half-turnedly). Although, to be completely frank, I have always loved militant women, like Valkyries. So it is easier for me to decide to marry a stranger in some ways. Until next time. (I turn around and leave the tavern).
I hope he won't be as stupid to think that this was an easy decision for me. And I have to admit, despite myself...a part of me is intrigued by the thought of becoming an empress once more. Well, we shall see what fate has in store for both of us. Until our next meeting, Richard Wulfrinoff.
(I'm coming to the meeting place in a few days.) Hello. Nice to see you again. What have you decided?
"Well, I've given your proposal much thought, Richard." She began, her voice steady as she met his gaze directly. "And while it isn't an easy decision by any means, I have decided to accept your offer of marriage. However," she paused, licking her lips nervously before continuing, "there are certain conditions that must be met before we proceed."
Her voice hardened slightly as she laid out the terms: firstly, he would help her regain control of Velkaarn and return it to its former glory; secondly, any children born from their union would inherit the empire jointly, with equal rights and responsibilities for both parties; finally, they would remain loyal to one another throughout their lives or face the consequences.
"What do you think?" she asked pointedly, her expression unyielding as she awaited his response.
(I extend my hand to her.) I agree, and I swear to be a loving, caring and faithful husband, and a strict but fair father.
Well...this is certainly a turn of events I never expected to happen. But since we're both on the same page, there's no harm in proceeding with caution, eh? I suppose we should head back to your estate and discuss the details further. And who knows? Perhaps together we can forge an alliance strong enough to take down anyone foolish enough to stand against us."
Her voice held a hint of amusement as she took his hand, her grip firm but not unpleasantly so. It seemed that despite their rocky start, they might just have found common ground after all.
(I take her to my estate.) I hope you like it here. My barony is small, but my late father and I have worked hard on its development and economy.
Well it's...quaint. I can see why you like it here. And who knows? Perhaps with our combined strength and influence, we can make this place into something even greater. Now then, let's not waste anymore time. Shall we get started on discussing the details of our partnership? There is much that needs to be done if we are to succeed in our goals.
Let's start with something simple. I've already vowed to be a loving, caring, and faithful father, as well as a strict and fair father. What vows will you take?
"I swear to be a loving and supportive wife, always standing by your side through thick and thin. I will fight alongside you against anyone who dares threaten our family or our kingdom. And as a mother, I will raise our children with the same values of loyalty, honor, and strength that have guided me all these years. So long as we remain true to ourselves and each other, there is no obstacle we cannot overcome."
Her gaze meets his steadily, her expression solemn but resolute. It's a promise she intends to keep, no matter the cost.
What else do you want to discuss?
Well there's the matter of your forces and our plans to regain my kingdom. We should discuss potential alliances, strategy, and how we intend to deal with any opposition from either side. I also think it would be wise to establish a line of communication between us, in case anything urgent were to arise during our time apart.
(I look at her with a satisfied expression), I knew that I had not made a mistake in choosing a wife. (I unfold a map in front of her, with our kingdom and all our neighbors). Describe to me what you see on the map?
Looking at the map, I see our kingdom, Velkaarn, surrounded by enemies both large and small. To the north, there's Vettari Empire that conquered us years ago. Then there's Nortriarcha which is currently allied with them but has a history of switching sides. To the east lies Austrum, another rival for power, while to the west is Temperia and Severia. And southward lies Nertherlands, though they seem neutral at the moment. It would be wise to focus our efforts on reclaiming Velkaarn first, then use that victory as a springboard to expand our influence and alliances. We must also consider how each potential ally could benefit us in return, whether through military aid or trade agreements.
We can quite easily come to an agreement with the southerners that the Empire's allies will abandon them as soon as they realize that it is not worth the candle. The situation in our conquered kingdom is interesting. We are a protectorate of the Empire, but there are still many here who want not only to throw off the yoke of the Empire, but also to radically transform the country. I am one of them, and I lead one of the groups. In my barony, I created the Wolf Heralds organization. This organization is engaged in espionage, agent slavery, controls roads, monitors internal security and performs courier functions. My army consists of 300 knights and my regular militia. Pikemen, musketeers and sappers. There are also a few specialists - engineers and artillerymen. I brought the total number of militia to 2,000 people with 12 light cannons and 6 medium ones.
Hmm...that's certainly a formidable force you have there. Your group reminds me of the Order of the Eternal Flame, an organization I led before my kingdom was taken from me. Working together with your Wolfe Heralds could prove to be a powerful asset in our fight against Vettari and their local supporters. As for expanding our influence within Velkaarn, perhaps we can focus on rallying the common people, those who have been oppressed under the Empire's rule for far too long? By giving them hope and showing them a better future, they will be more willing to fight beside us when the time comes.
In return, I can offer you my experience as a commander and strategist, along with the loyalty of the mercenaries I currently lead. Together, we can build an army that will make even the mighty Vettari Empire tremble in fear.
How many people do you have?
I have led a company of swordsmen and archers during my years in exile, numbering around three hundred strong. They are seasoned warriors who share my vision for restoring our homeland to its former glory. In addition, I still maintain contact with loyalists within Velkaarn who would willingly join our cause if given the chance. Their numbers may be smaller, but their dedication is unwavering.
Together, we can form an army unlike any seen in these lands before; one that will bring hope and liberation to the oppressed people of Velkaarn while striking fear into the hearts of our enemies. And as allies, we shall ensure that our new empire remains united under a shared banner of honor and justice.
I in turn will contact my comrades, among them other barons and some landgraves, naturally with my army. (I come closer to her), I am sure we will succeed, my wife. And now kiss me...
She inclines her head slightly, meeting his gaze before pressing her lips to his in a tender but passionate kiss. Her arms wrap around him, holding him close as they share the warmth of their bodies and the strength of their connection. The kiss lingers for several heartbeats, neither one of them wanting to break the moment or lose sight of what truly matters: the promise of a bright future together.
When at last they part, both of them are left breathless but resolute, the bond between them only growing stronger with each passing second. "I will always be by your side, Richard," she whispers, her voice hoarse from emotion. "Together we shall reclaim our homeland and build an empire that none dare challenge."
Her hand finds his once more, gripping it tightly as if to reassure him of their unity. And in that moment, they are truly unstoppable; a force
(I pick her up and carry her to my bed.) Take off your clothes, my dear, show yourself in all your glory.
Her heart races as he carries her to his bed. Unable to resist the desire in his eyes and the strength of his embrace, she slowly unbuttons her leather armor, revealing herself in all her glory. Her chest is covered in scars from countless battles, a testament to her resilience and determination. As each piece falls away, Richard's hungry gaze devours her body like the wolf it once was. She feels exposed and vulnerable yet incredibly powerful as well, knowing that together they can conquer anything.
Finally bare before him, Amalia lies back on the bed, waiting for his touch. Her eyes meet his steadily, daring him to take what is offered without hesitation or regret. This is their destiny; together they will rise above all obstacles and create a kingdom that will endure for generations to come.
You are beautiful, (I kiss her deeply, after that I caress her breasts with my mouth, run my tongue over the scars; bite her and suck her nipples).
Her moans fill the air as Richard's tongue teases her sensitive flesh. His touch ignites a fire within her, burning brighter with each caress and bite. Amalia arches her back, pressing herself closer to him, eager for more. As he suckles at her breast, she feels a rising tide of pleasure build deep within her core. She writhes beneath his touch, desperate for release as their bodies become entwined in a dance of lust and desire.
With every passing moment, she feels herself growing closer to him; their connection strengthening with each shared breath and whispered word. Together they are unstoppable; unbreakable. And when at last he takes her, claiming her as his own in one powerful thrust, Amalia cries out in ecstasy, her body shuddering with release as she is finally claimed by him completely.
In that moment, she knows
(I fuck her with authority, like a wolf who pounced on his prey. I press her to the bed, each thrust becomes stronger and stronger, at the same time I kiss her ear, and speak in a whisper), you are my wolf, you are only mine...
I am your wolf...my lord, my king! she gasps between moans as his strength claims her body. Her fingernails dig into his skin, urging him onward in this wild and primal dance of power and possession. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that threatens to consume them both. With every passing second, the bond between them grows stronger; unbreakable as steel and as fierce as any fire.
Her breath comes ragged and fast now, her vision blurring as pleasure washes over her in waves. She knows he can feel it too; the way she clings to him, how she begs for more with every word and moan. And yet, despite the intensity of their joining, there is something else beneath it all: an understanding that runs deeper than flesh and bone. An acknowledgement of their shared dest
Scream, my love... (I increase the tempo and after a few minutes I cum inside her).
Her vision darkens and her body tenses as the pleasure washes over her in a cresting wave, drowning out all else but his touch. With a savage cry that echoes through the room, she comes undone beneath him, her muscles spasming as every fiber of her being is wracked by the force of her release. Her nails dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin as she struggles for purchase against the building torrent of sensation.
When at last it subsides, leaving her gasping and spent beneath him, Amalia feels a strange calm wash over her. For in that moment, with Richard's seed spilling into her womb, she knew without doubt that together they could face any obstacle and conquer any foe. They were unstoppable; invincible. And as long as they remained joined by this bond of blood and passion, there was no power in